Chapter 18

DARREN'S POV

To heal myself, I shifted to my wolf self. Licking my wounds and hibernating in my room. At times like this, memories of the first day I transformed haunt me. I remembered crying endlessly. That's when dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease.

Since then, he has lost himself. Scream and cry like a child. Blaming himself for my curse and repeating the same words, "I can fix this. Let's go back to the mountain!"

But every time we ask him, he forgets. Even in his sound mind, if he recalls the day I got bitten or saw me in my fur self, he drifted into his own world.

I lost myself the day my curse surfaced, and I lost my dad too. Mom suffered for it. Withdrawing herself from the world and hides in the four walls of our mansion. Hard as it is, I needed to project that I was okay. That I accepted my faith. But deep inside, I'm dying, repeatedly.

"Son, I think it's about time to announce your engagement with Leona," mom break the ice between us. Dad was hysterical seeing my wol