A werewolf?”
Everyone started gathering round little by little and very soon, the class was filled with students from different grades.
“How do you know?”
“Who told you so?”
“Come on, werewolves don’t exist!”
“You know Brad, he’s a liar.”
“I’M NOT LYING!” Brad screamed quieting the class down immediately. “And I’ve got proof.”
“Then show us,” someone said.
“Yeah,” another student supported. “Show us.”
“Show us,” a girl shouted.
“Show us,” everyone chorused.
“I would,” Brad grinned feeling like the hero. “If you would follow my terms.”
“What terms?” someone in the crowd asked
“Get me a sharp knife,” he smiled. “And hold the werewolf down.”
Xavier stared round at the crowd that thronged him, surprised that they were actually cool with Brad’s crazy ideas. A knife? And holding him down? He began to panic immediately and started thinking of the best way to escape what could turn out to be a very ugly situation so quick.
“Guys calm down, I’m not a werewolf,” he announced. “I’m Xavier Damon.”
“And how old are you?” Brad asked, running his fingers across the sharp blade that a classmate had provided.
“I’m thirteen for God’s sake,” Xavier cried feeling the blade pressed against his neck.
“Thirteen you say? What year were you born?” Brad asked.
“3rd of October, 1909. Don’t kill me please,” Xavier was already crying. Some of his classmates gasped in horror while others laughed doubting the possibility.
“Not possible,” Melania frowned. “You can’t be a hundred and thirteen and still look this young. You aren’t Avatar Aang.” Everyone laughed and Xavier was pained seeing the girl he had started to crush on make jokes about him in the critical condition he was in.
“Now my third proof,” Brad announced and slashed Xavier’s middle finger with the blade. Everyone turned to watch, not sure of what to expect until it started to flow – ink black blood from the cut on his fingers.
“It’s a medical condition,” Xavier explained desperately. “Ma told me when I was 5. I was scared at first but it’s completely normal.”
“Not a medical condition,” Brad shook his head. “And not normal in the least. But if you want one more proof, I’ll risk a lifetime in jail to give you all that.”
Everyone gasped at the realization of what he wanted to do. Since werewolves couldn’t die except when stabbed in the heart with a silver weapon, a slash across his throat could prove the point. Before anyone could stop Brad from his crazy idea, he dragged the sharp blade across Xavier’s neck and everyone watched in horror as black blood sprayed from his neck all over the floor of the classroom. Xavier gasped and gurgled, spitting and coughing out black blood for a long time but he didn’t die. Students stared at him, surprised, expecting him to fall to the floor exhausted. He had lost enough blood to kill am adult instantly.
“I wasn’t lying,” Brad shouted. “Behold your werewolf.”
“Bravo,” Mrs. Megan walked in, clapping as Brad showed off. “What a show. I had my suspicions.”
“You promised to make me a Lycan,” he whispered loudly. “You’ve not yet fulfilled your part of the bargain.”
“As for that,” Mrs. Meg smiled walking to where they gathered at the center of the classroom. “Sadly, my king doesn’t think you’re smart enough to be in his pack.”
“But that wasn’t part of the deal!” Brad complained.
“My apologies,” she said. And in a flash, she changed into her wolf form. Before Brad could think of running, she tackled him to the ground and bit a large chunk of his stomach off, leaving both organs and intestines open.
Students screamed and ran in different directions and Xavier was lost in the crowd, trying to escape from his history teacher that desperately wanted him dead. He felt a tug on his arm and before he could cry, a pair of hands covered his mouth.
“Follow me if you want to live!” the voice roared.
They ran together, dodging through the crowd till they got outside the school compound. Someone was shouting “Find the two of them!” in the yard and he prayed the person wasn’t referring to him and his guardian angel.
“Who are you and why are we running?” Xavier asked panting.
“Layla,” she replied. I was a werewolf. Now this is all that’s left of me.”
“Layla,” he paused. “My sister.”
“This is not the time for games,” she frowned dragging him along. “I’ve been searching for you my whole life. You are one of us.”
“I’m not a werewolf,” Xavier shouted. “What’s wrong with all of you.”
“Xavier Damon,” she said holding him back. “You have been given a second chance.”
“A second chance at what?” he frowned.
“To avenge your people, our people, the people who killed our family.”
“Layla!” he turned to her. “Oh my God!”
“It took you so long,” she smiled. “You couldn’t recognize your little thief any more?”
“Layla, I’m so sorry,” he fell down crying. “I shouldn’t have called you names.”
“A little too late for all these don’t you think?”
“Layla…” he started again.
“I’m no more Layla,” she shook her head. “But you’re still Xavier. Avenge us.”
She howled, a high pitched howl that rang through the trees and then she changed. Xavier stared at her as she transformed into her werewolf form and ran deep into the forests leaving him with the wound on his neck, blood still spilling from it.
“I will avenge you Layla Damon,” he said through gritted teeth. “I promise.”
Xavier struggled to make his way across the lawn. He had lost a lot of blood already but he kept on going. He knew he had to keep going. For everybody, for Layla, for his family, for his people. He had to put an end to the mindless massacre of werewolves that had been going on since. He struggled to keep moving and surprisingly his body carried on. He stopped at the sight of the house. From the distance, he could recognize it as the house he had been living in, Ariana’s house and it took all of his will power to crawl to the door.“Aria!” he called and blacked out immediately.The next thing Xavier could remember was the warm water trickle down his skin. He opened his weak eyes to look around and his eyes found Aria with a bowl of water beside him.“Xavier,” she smiled staring at him with her hazel eyes. “You’re alive. Thank goodness.”“I am?” he asked lost. His brain was still trying to process the events of the last hour and it took him some time to remember. He sat up immediately re
Xavier woke up with an unbearable pain in his lungs. He stood up from the bed, still clutching his stomach and unable to get his balance, he stumbled to the floor. He felt something cold touch his skin and he turned alarmed to see what it was. “Aria!” he shouted. He knelt down beside her body and felt her pulse. Nothing. Her eyes were open and staring into space and her body was cold. Her red hair had a shade of brown and her lips were turning black already. He took one last look at the lifeless body of Ariana, the witch girl he had met just a day ago that sacrificed her life to save him before he walked out of the room. Her voice was still ringing in his ears.“…take the road west, your place is in the woods…there you will fulfil your destiny…”Unlike other days when he was usually clueless, Xavier knew what he had to do. He had to take the road west. He had to fulfil his destiny. He knew that something or someone was waiting for him there. He walked upstairs to Aria’s room and knock
Jimin hated acting. He hated anything that had to do with pretense. He had always been very straightforward and that was one of the reasons why Jaime had put him in charge of the sentinels. They didn’t like each other very much but Jaime trusted him. Jaime knew he was loyal and honest so what better wolf to patrol your surroundings than one who would never lie to you or betray you? Jimin frowned at the thought of lying to Jaime but he couldn’t risk angering Dan. He knew very well that the voice he had heard speaking through Xavier was Dan’s. He had never seen him but he had heard so much about him. Dan the legendary, the fiercest alpha king ever, the first to take down a whole colony of humans singlehandedly and also the first to eventually get married to a human. That became his downfall as she calmed him down. A werewolf was never meant to be calm. Werewolves were not to be tamed. But Dan fell in love with the human girl and cut all ties with werewolves. He ordered for werewolves to
Xavier was tempted to ask Jimin if he was sure he knew the road. They had been walking for over ten minutes and a few times, he stopped and crouched down to look at something on the wet floor of the cave. Xavier was not sure what it was but he waited whenever Jimin stopped and continued walking when he did. “Is it still far?” Xavier whispered. “My legs are hurting already.”Jimin stared at Xavier’s feet for a while and looked up at him. “Why are you wearing pink sneakers?” he asked. “Long story,” Xavier sighed. “It all started when…”“Don’t bother,” Jimin frowned walking faster. They stopped at a huge stone blocking the path and Jimin tapped the stone. A screen appeared on it and he pressed his thumb on the screen for a second. It scanned his thumb print and the stone rolled away. Jimin turned to Xavier and nodded at him, signaling for him to step inside.“A rogue wolf remember,” he whispered in Xavier’s ears as they walked in.Xavier could not believe his eyes. If not that Jimin h
Xavier’s eyes darted from the gazebo to the training ground and back to the gazebo. He was in awe. How could such big structures fit into a small cave? He stared around for a while forgetting that he was following someone and almost got lost in a crowd of girls running past. Most of the girls blushed at the sight of Jimin but he stared at Xavier, a sour expression on his face.“Want to know how I got this mark?” Jimin frowned, showing Xavier a small scar under his left eye.“No,” Xavier shook his head. “I don’t think so.”“Carrick,” Jimin said ignoring Xavier. “He was the head of the Sentinels when I was a juvenile.”“Okay?” Xavier stared at him wondering where he was driving.“I’ll be very glad to give you yours,” Jimin said and started walking again.Xavier made sure to follow him closely this time. Walking behind Jimin was not very hard if you could keep up with his pace but it was equally boring and time consuming as he never even stopped once to wave to any of the girls tha
The words hooked in Xavier’s throat. He wanted to say something. He wanted to deny the fact that his name was Xavier Damon. How on earth had Draymond found out? He decided that he was going to deny it. He knew the implications of accepting that name. If Draymond told their alpha, Jaime, he was going to be in a lot of trouble.“You must be mistaking me for someone else,” Xavier laughed, uneasy. “My name is Frost. Frost Xaviers. I don’t know this Xavier Damon you speak of.”Every werewolf knows Xavier Damon,” Draymond replied, opening the door of the room. “Come inside and let’s have a small chat will you?” Xavier couldn’t even say ‘No.’ He walked in cautiously behind Draymond taking a look at the room.“Nice room,” he said, desperately trying to change the subject. “Particularly love the silk curtains. This is the boy’s room right? For the four of us?”“No,” Draymond replied. “Sebastian and Jon have their own room. I’ve always liked my privacy but with your presence here, I have no cho
“Impossible,” Xavier laughed. “You can’t make me do your chores. That is not part of our deal.”“Remember I’m the one dictating the terms of that deal,” Draymond replied. “You would start performing all my Omega functions from tomorrow except you want people to know who Frost Xaviers really is.“You won’t tell anyone who I am,” Xavier said. “Your own ambition would be over if Jaime finds out and gets to me.”“My ambition for your life,” Draymond shrugged. “That’s a very huge gamble. What if I suddenly decide that I don’t really care who ends up as the king of the Alpha’s?”Xavier frowned at the thought of it. Truly, Draymond didn’t have much to lose if he told everyone Xavier’s little secret. Worst case scenario for him, he would remain an Omega for the rest of his life, doing dirty dishes and laundry, only case scenario for Xavier, he would die. “What are you chores?” Xavier asked.“Thought you’d never ask,” Draymond smiled. “I’m more like a general he said. I stand by and wait for
Five minutes into their conversation, Xavier had already drawn the conclusion that Mr. Coatés was a very hard man. He couldn’t blame him however. He was only trying to know the person he would be accommodating for the coming years. Even though Jimin had assured him that Xavier was going to be of good character, he couldn’t risk it. He wanted a first hand knowledge of the boy.“Where do you say you come from Frost?” Mr. Coatés asked Xavier for like the hundredth time in five minutes.“The North,” Xavier said. “The Ice Wolves pack.”“And you say that who is your Alpha?” Mr. Coatés queried further. Xavier paused, trying to remember the name. “Ferran,” the voice whispered in his head.“Ferran,” he smiled at Mr. Coatés. Mr. Coatés nodded at him. “So what did you do? Ferran’s wolves are up North in the stronghold of Lycans. They need more hands than any other pack. Why did he let you go?”Xavier knew from that question that he was speaking with a very intelligent man and that moment, he w