Little Prisoner

For a moment, there was a brief silence between them. None of them spoke, but they were staring at each other.

No.

More like, observing.

Carissa found him attractive and Leroy did too. However, there was no crazy heartbeat as gossiped by their mated friends.

Leroy was annoyed by his own thought. He never thought of having a mate. He alone was enough.

Carissa was the same, she didn't need a mate as she believed she could have her own life.

Both of them thought that having a relationship was too messy and that having a mate was a weakness.

They shivered when they recalled the smitten look on their mated friends. Their mated friends say that having a mate made their life feel complete and they were stronger together.

If only Carissa and Leroy knew how similar their thoughts were.

"You're not a vampire, why are your eyes red?" Leroy asked.

Carissa rolled her eyes, "You are not a witch, why are your eyes purple?"

Leroy shot her a cold look.

Yeah. He's not a witch. But, why are his eyes purple? Not hazel or brown as the other werewolves?

He hated his eyes!

Ever since he was born, he was cast aside for he was different from the other werewolves. Rumours spread out and said that his mom was probably a witch.

He was born and grew up under his father's care. He had never met his mother. He had tried asking his father when he was seven years old. Only to receive a harsh punishment from him.

His father asked people to throw him outside the safe barrier of werewolf land. He only had thin clothes and he was not given any food or water.

Inside the dangerous forest, he was severely injured from avoiding rogue werewolves and enemies. Sometimes, during his escape, he would stumble on a rock or tree trunk or slip on slippery ground.

A small werewolf child grows hatred for his father and sometimes his mother. He doesn't know why he has never seen his mom.

Leroy thought that maybe his mom had abandoned him or she died or there could be other possibilities. He also often wonders why his father was angry when he asked about his mom.

With this curiosity in mind, a strong survival instinct engulfed him. So, he learns how to hunt for food like small rabbits. He learns to make traps for rogue werewolves and enemies.

He ran around the forest and recalled how the werewolves always trained at the camp. In just two weeks, he mastered the huge forest.

He trained all his senses under the scorching hot sun, piercing cold rain and heavy wind.

He thought about strategies on how to lure his enemies and how to catch them off guard.

After a while, there was no rogue no enemies that dared to pass the forest he reigns in.

He was bored so he decided to return to his father's camp.

When he returned with torn clothes and dried blood on his body, everyone was struck with fear. No one dared to approach him and could only talk about him a few meters away.

The children saw him and shouted, "Monster!"

He looked around him with a calm face but his heart was beating hard with fear. He saw the fear on their faces and some even have a killing intent in them.

Luckily, his father heard of his return and immediately came out to meet him. He recalled how his father's face turned pale in a second. He swears that he also saw sadness and grief inside his father's eyes.

He waited for his father to lash out or ask him to get out of the camp. Unexpectedly, his father patted his shoulder, smiled proudly and said, "Son, good job!"

He was confused at first. Later, he learns that his father has been keeping an eye on him in the forest and sees how he killed the rogues and enemies.

He still holds a grudge towards his father who throws him into the forest all alone to fend for himself and watch him get chased by their enemy.

However, he found that his originally hazel eyes had turned purple. This matter haunted him till now for his pack view him as a monster.

This made him more determined to grow stronger and investigate his origin or to be more precise, to investigate the existence of his mother.

He had lived for 25 years and still hadn't got a clue about his mother, let alone a witch that existed in hearsay.

The fifteen packs of wolves allied together to defeat the vampire in the South, and his father was ordered by the Lycan King to attack from the North.

However, he decided to take on the job as the other werewolves were clearly against him fighting alongside him. No matter how strong he was, the werewolf population wouldn't recognize him.

His father sent twenty elite werewolves together with him to attack the North. He and his pack had just breached the vampire's barrier when he bumped into Carissa.

"Don't mention this topic again." he spat before approaching her.

Carissa stepped back in fright when she saw him looking at her with a cold look, "You...what are you going to do?"

"What do you think?" Leroy's voice was no longer amused.

Carissa got into a fighting stance and attacked Leroy. She doesn't believe she cannot defeat him when her power is weak.

What a pity!

If only she could use her power now, she could make use of these rare werewolves.

Carissa and Leroy exchanged a few blows and kicks before Carissa was thrown onto the ground and spat blood from her mouth.

Instead of fighting back, she lay on the ground with an unwilling and dissatisfied look as she watched Leroy looking down at her.

"Don't be so cocky. This is not a fair fight. Just wait until I get rid of this evil net, I'll come to hunt you." she said with a sullen look on her face.

Leroy's mouth twitched, "Ha! Sore loser!"

"Leroy Percival!" she gritted her teeth and glared at him.

Leroy ignored her tantrum, picked her up from the ground and lifted her up onto his shoulder, earning him an earful scream.

"Aaaaahhhh!! Put me down!"

He tsked before walking back towards the forest, "Little prisoner, be good."