THE MISSING OMEGA

“Karla! Have you seen Draymond?”

“Not at all dad,” Karla replied, her eyes glued to the TV screen. Mr. Coatés frowned at her. He walked up to the television and switched it off angrily. Karla didn’t say a word. She simply brought out her phone and started streaming the program she had been watching all the while.

“The internet makes it very easy for you all to disrespect us nowadays,” Michael Coatés frowned and turned around to leave. It was 7 a.m. in the morning and Michael Coatés had not seen his son, Draymond for the past 24 hours. He was already getting worried but he did not want to make a scene just yet. He had asked some people already and some of them told him that they had seen Draymond pass along the way casually. If everyone else in the pack had seen him, how come he had not yet seen him? And why was Draymond busying his calls? He was beginning to get very worried. Draymond was his last son, the last born of the family and even though he was a bit different from the rest o