When Fay went into the room, he gasped. He had never seen a room so big. The room was spacious and the bed was extremely large. The chair and table that sat at the corner of the room looked expensive. Fay looked at the two doors in the room and wondered what they were for. There was no wardrobe in the room and he wondered where he would keep his backpack. Jake turned around to face him."Welcome home," Jake said, excitedly."Thanks. Where can I keep this?" Fay asked, pointing at the backpack.Jake took it from him and went into one of the doors. Fay wondered if that would be his room. When Jake came out of the room, he went straight to bed and told Fay to lie on the bed and sleep. Fay looked at the bed, then at Jake. He had never shared a room with anyone, not even a bed. But the bed was big. They would fit.Fay went to the bed and lay on it. He gasped silently. The bed was soft, extremely soft. He got comfortable as quickly as he can and when his eyes got heavy, he did not fight the

Jake and Fay did not go out the entire day, they were indoors. Jake reported ill, not that he was ill, he wanted to spend a little time with Fay. They did nothing apart from lying in bed, talking. Fay was telling Jake about the first time he had his transformation and Jake was telling him stories about the pack. It was serene. They spoke until night came.The boys sat on the bed, their backs to each other. Fay was facing the bed and Jake was facing the window, looking at the sky and waiting for the full moon. They sat in silence and none of them spoke to the other but their hearts spoke louder. They had grown fond of each other in the short time they met. They were two lonely souls and parting was hard.Fay didn't want to go. He wanted to stay and look for his real parents, his biological parents. Even if he did not find them, he was positive that the ruler would never kick him out. He just did not want to go back to people who acted all scared around him, he felt like an outcast arou

"Have it. Hold on to it till you come back, let it be a reminder of my love for you." She said.He nodded."Thank you." He replied.His voice sounded choked. His mother then tapped his back."Hurry up now my boy, don't arrive late." She said and he walked past her. He went out of the house and started running, not in his wolf form. He ran till he arrived at the woods. He kept his bag on the ground and transformed, Hank, picked the bag up and kicked off running. He ran fast and hard and when he got to the spot where he usually met him, the boy was already there. Even though a tree stump was where he stood, he still leaned on a tree. He stood straight the moment Hank arrived and Hank transformed. "Thought you would not come," Jake said.Fay scoffed."Why wouldn't I?" Fay responded."My father sent his regards," Jake said."Let's go then," Fay responded.Jake noticed the backpack for the first time since Fay arrived and he smiled."Didn't notice your bag," Jake stated.Fay did not resp

It was after a week before Klein did what he promised. It was after a week before the search for Fay's parents began. Not that it had to wait a week before it should begin but Klein wanted to keep the boy. The child was gifted with swordsman skills and he was strong, stronger than Jake. Klein prayed every day that Fay's parents should not be found.Klein first of all called for the elders of the pack, the four oldest living werewolves. They consisted of two Betas, one gamma and one omega. When the elders arrived, he summoned Fay. The boy was in his room when the summon came, it was just after the daily lessons with Mr Jones and he was preparing for swords practice. He left the room with the omega boy who came to convey the message. When Fay and the omega boy came to a large door, they halted and the omega boy pushed the door open and told Fay to go inside.When Fay walked into the room, he met Klein sitting on the head chair and four other strange faces staring back at him. Okay, thre

Fay smiled at the man and waved. Jake looked at the boy, his face was burning red. He cursed and he walked out of the garden, angrily. Fay watched the boy leave and he could feel his heart squeeze. He wondered why the boy was so angry. They were friends, brothers. Brothers are supposed to be happy for each other.When he retired to bed that night, he could not sleep. He had recently turned seventeen and he had no one to sing a birthday song to him, no one gave him gifts, and no one even noticed. His thoughts raced back home. He thought about his parents, most especially his mother. He wondered how they are faring, he wondered if his father had made peace in his heart with him.He wondered if the child his mother was carrying would be a girl or a boy. He thought about the stall in the market, he thought about the boys he used to hang out with, he thought about his life back in the human territory and he missed it. He missed his parents, he missed his mother.He reached for his chest an