Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rikr: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

With great power comes great responsibility. I always thought it was one of those things my father just said until I read that Voltaire said it first. In the beginning, it confused me. What great power? My life was semi-normal, if you took into account that I was the crown prince of Scotland and my father was the king.I was enrolled in a normal high school. During the week I stayed at the boarding house and went home on weekends. Nobody in school knew who I really was though, because royal lines in our society were not acknowledged by humans.I was a regular sixteen-year-old and I got into trouble occasionally, just like my father and his father did. I tried not to get involved in fights because I started training at the age of six and I shifted for the first time when I was ten, which was unheard of.I was cursed and blessed at the same time. The curses started early in my life as I faced expulsion and my father’s look of disapproval as we stood in the principal’s office was enough

I was laughing as my friends sang at the top of their lungs. We were all excited, dazed by the alcohol and not caring that we were breaking the law.“Let’s see how fast this bus can go!” Matheson yelled and I pressed my foot down on the gas.We were speeding down the road, all of us shouting fearlessly as I rounded the corner too fast. I felt the side of the bus lift up as I hit the curb and we started rolling. The screech of metal was horrific and I was thrown backwards into a seat and then against a window and the roof. I heard screams of pain and I smelled blood as the bus skidded to a stop against the perimeter wall of the school.My eyes closed involuntarily as I wondered if everybody was okay. I felt someone touch me and I heard faint voices as I tried to open my eyes but the flashing lights hurt them and the voices became clearer as I groaned and tried to turn on my side.“Get a stretcher in here!” I heard a voice call.“We’ve got you,” another voice said as a man lifted me and

Inside the envelope were two new social security cards, Jericho and Slade Cannon. He even took my name from me. It was a painful blow to my already fragile state of mind. I felt defeated as I opened the note and read it as tears threatened to escape again.“Jericho,The bank card holds your inheritance, use it wisely. You have no further claim on the St. Claire name and I suggest that you don’t try to use it. You’re on your own now, I hope you make better choices in the future.”The letter wasn’t signed but I’d recognize my father’s handwriting anywhere. I felt like a piece of my soul had died in that square. Slade opened my door ten minutes later with his own bag slung across his shoulder and I put the note back into the envelope. The bank card went into my wallet and I pulled a jacket on.“You should stay, Slade. You still have a future in this pack,” I said to him.“Not a chance, where you go I go. We’re brothers for life,” he said and smiled at me.“I need to say goodbye to my mot

The images took a while to load and I leaned closer to Kiran as the first picture appeared. Kiran scrolled through the images of all three properties. Slade and I smiled at the same time and looked at each other. It was the last property available.It was surrounded by natural groves of trees, almost like a forest and it was magnificent. It was secluded and the house was much too large for us, but the seclusion made it perfect. Our wolves would have space to run and the acreage of the property was perfect.“I’ll take this one,” Kiran said as he looked at our faces and I smiled.“Finance applications take a few days to be approved–” she began to say as she started typing again.“That won’t be necessary. I’ll be settling the whole amount with a bank transfer,” Kiran said to her and I looked at him.“Can we have a few minutes?” I asked her.“Sure,” she said and left her desk as I turned towards him.“Grandpa, what are you doing?” I asked him.“Buying you a house,” he said. “I can see how

Slade and I glanced at each other. She was rambling, clearly still in shock as she kept looking from Slade to me. I knew she’d have questions for us. Our situation was a unique one, even in wolf circles.“You seem to know a lot about the packs in this area,” Slade said to her.“My father was a tracker but I was ranked as an Omega because my mother was one,” she said.“What’s your name?” I asked her.“Samantha, but you can call me Sam,” she answered.“So you caught our scent in the forest and somehow knew we’d help you?” Slade asked.“I smelled an Alpha and Beta and high ranking wolves running their own perimeter are usually not bad wolves,” Sam said. ‘Why do I still smell like an Alpha?’ I wondered to myself.‘Because you’re still an Alpha, the banishment didn’t break the bond between you and Slade so technically you’re a pack,’ Blaise answered me.“I thought a pack lived here,” Sam said as she looked us up and down.“It’s just the two of us,” Slade said and looked at me.“Thank you