MIA’S POV “Who are you calling to, Theo?” The last time he made a phone call, his Uncle Fritz came and beat Jaret. The mayor came to our place, and later on, news circulated that our town was infested with some virus. We were under quarantine, and all businesses suffered since our town was one of the tourism centers called the land of werewolves. “My uncle,” Theo answered. “What? Theo, no! Jaret will get back at us if he gets kicked out of his station!” “And you want this to happen again? Your Mom gets beaten, and you? I don’t think so, Mia!” Davon stopped Theo. He felt my worries. Mom just got better and will be released next week. Another complication won’t do us any good this time. Jaret always gets away with his crime. “I am trying to help, but it’s up to you. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.” Theo was persuaded. Although his call caught his uncle’s attention, and he called him back, Theo came up with excuses and didn’t tell about Jaret. “Thank you, Theo. Don’t worry. I wil
MIA'S POV When Cheska came back inside, I immediately asked her about the phone call. And as always, she didn't hold back and informed us that her Aunt Vera was planning to visit our town. "When?" I was eager to know. For sure, her aunt would search the notebook. We should find a way to break the curse by that time. "Not sure when. She didn't say, but she'll call again if it happens. Why?" asked Mia."Nothing. We haven't heard that name before. I don't remember you mentioning her. I was just concerned if you would be absent again. You know we are not used to not having you around. Right, Theo?" I glared at Theo. "Yeah, that's right," Theo answered and glared back. I pretended to check my phone, but I texted him to explain later. Cheska nodded and told us that Vera was her Mom's sister. Once in a while, they organized a family reunion on both sides of her parents. And it had been so many years since they last gathered. Her mother was planning to do it this year or the next. Depends
MIA'S POV "Pardon me, sir?" "Oh, I'm Jeffrey Henderson," we shook hands, "Sorry for the intrusion. Smart kid. Very advance for his age." "Thank you. I'm Mia Lucas, and this is my brother Oliver Colton and my Mom, Ines Colton. What can we do for you, sir?" He didn't bother to ask why my brother and I had a different surnames. He knows us. "I heard about what happened here, so I came." What is he talking about? Is he referring to my Mom's beating? Or when Jaret spoiled for a fight yesterday? Jeffrey Henderson checked on my sleeping Mom. Although she is getting better now, her scars are still visible in some parts of her body, especially her face. "Excuse me, sir…." "Please, call me Jeffrey. I'm probably three years older than you," Jeffrey said, cutting in and continued checking my Mom. "Jeffrey, who sent you? I'm just curious. How did you know about what happened here?" "You asked many questions, Ms. Lucas," Jeffrey turned his attention to me. "Am I not allowed to ask question
MIA’S POV “No, he’s not! What Davon meant was freed of, ah, poverty? Yeah, that’s exactly it!” I reasoned, stuttering. “We should go to the table.” “Wait, you said this is his first time to celebrate his birthday. We should take a picture!” Aunt Criselda took out his phone. Theo quickly offered his. “That is beautiful! Send that to me,” Aunt Criselda requested. Theo wasn’t sure what to do and turned to me. I nodded, and he sent us all the pictures. “Enough with the pictures. The food is getting warm,” Grandma urged. We followed her to the dining room and were amused seeing all the food. I didn’t know cornbread was his favorite next to meat. “Did you make all these?” Davon was drooling with all the food. “We did. It’s not much, but I hope you like it,” I said. “Are you kidding me? This is perfect! Thank you so much, Mia!” Davon hugged us all. Aunt Criselda and Grandma were happy that Davon appreciated our effort and praised him for having such a good soul. While eating, Theo gav
NIXON'S POV The howl. It was calling us like we were subject to his obedience. My pack was bewildered, and so was I. The desperation penetrated our souls, and we ended up shifting, howling to empathize. "Alpha, where is that howl coming from?" Rendel came abruptly to my house. He was still naked from shifting, and so was I. We all felt entitled to join that cry. "I don't know. Rally our men and find out who made the wolf cry." "Yes, Alpha," Rendel obliged and left with the rest of the hunters in our pack. I immediately phoned Dad and told him about the howl. He was skeptical about it and wanted to find the werewolf who made the sound before he conferred the matter to the King. Dad doesn't want to do that as much as possible. Unsolved issues mean incompetence or negligence. "When did it happen, son?" "Right now, just before I call. Dad, that howl was frightful. We are being compelled. I don't feel that way, not even to the King." "Stop saying that, son! Are you implying
MIA'S POV "We have common friends. Jeffrey, what are you doing here?" Mom looked shocked, seeing the guy, "Mia, can you leave us a minute." "But Mom!" I whined. The guy just went to her hospital room and acted weird. What am I supposed to think? Of course, he's either a killer or a kidnapper. "Mia, please." I went to my room. It wasn't just the guy I was worried about, but also Jaret. If he comes home and sees them, his psycho mind goes jealous and beats my Mom. This situation is where I needed Davon's strong senses so I could spy on them. Mom didn't just meet Jeffrey through a friend; she knew him that much. Her face turned pale seeing him. "No! That's final," I heard Mom say. After half an hour of waiting in my room, I saw Jeffrey Henderson leave. I hurried downstairs and asked my Mom. "You don't want to know, Mia," Mom started to the stairs. "Oh, I want to know, Mom. That guy is here for a reason, and you know why. Tell me. I'm not going to let it pass. I will just keep aski
MIA'S POV This is not good. Vera is coming! What am I going to do? She's going to find out about Davon and lock him up again. I need to find a way. I rode on my bike and speeded to Theo's house. He and Davon were playing basketball in the backyard when I came. Theo was teaching Davon the different kinds of sports played by a human. "Davon, we have a problem. Cheska dropped by my house. Her Aunt Vera is coming tomorrow. She's inviting her best friends to introduce us to her aunt for lunch! What are we going to do?!" "We are so screwed. Davon, pack your bags. It would be best if you leave this town now," Theo wiped his sweat and dressed. "What? Where would he go, Theo? Davon doesn't know any place but this town. He'll get lost!" I reasoned, but because it's true. "I don't know! Do you want to give him back to that evil witch, Mia? He'll be a prisoner forever. We need to let him go," Theo rebuffed. It shocked me that this day was coming sooner than we all expected. No, I'm not read
MIA'S POV "Davon, please, can you hear me? Come back! Please don't leave me! Come back to me, please!" My mind bleeds with shouting. Davon could hear my thoughts, but I couldn't listen to him, and it was frustrating. Riding on my bike, I drove fast to catch him by the cove, the last place exiting our town, and stopped to look around. I checked on the tracks but couldn't determine if it was Davon. "Damn it! He got his phone!" I suddenly remembered to call him, "Oh, God, Davon! Where are you?" "At the bay walk." "Bay walk? Why didn't you leave?" "I couldn't leave you, Mia. We could figure this out together." "Just hang in there. I'm on my way!" If I could fly, I would get to Davon instantly. My feet feel light, and I am pedaling fast. Ignoring the exhaustion and the pain in my mid-calf. Davon sat at the bay walk, staring afar, parching at the sun. My heart leaps out with joy seeing him. He already knew I was approaching and stood facing me. "Davon!" I jumped off my bike and ran