DAMON
Kelvin was a werewolf who ran a Casino in Landera—a town four hours away from Woodhidge. Kelvin used to be a vital piece in our ‘friendship trio'. While we were in school, we had done everything together and we were, without a doubt, the hottest boys in school as well as the strongest werewolves. We were so popular in school that the term ‘Damavin’ was coined by girls to refer to me, Mason and Kevin. We seemed inseparable.
I remembered those night we would spend in the woods alone. Playing games, drinking, smoking and doing everything we knew we should not do. We weren't scared of anything, not the dark, not the wild animals we could encounter in the wood or anything the night could offer. We were three young confident boys who were capable of turning into big wolves in an instant, what could possibly terrify us beside ourselves? Hey you! Yes, you! I love you.
EVELYN I was counting my steps as I walked to Karen's home. It was something I had started doing since I was kid, and for some reason, people had found it quite disturbing.. especially my Mum. Well, I couldn't blame her as when I was little I used to count aloud but now the crazy was all done in my mind. No one really knew why I did that, or rather, why I had started doing it. For me, it was both relaxing as well ‘focusing’. It really helped me concentrate, and as a kid that was something I had had serious issues doing. While it was alright for kids to not be able to focus, I wasn't allowed to do so. As a witch, or a sorcerer of any sort, mind control was arguably the most important skill. Before any magician could do anything, the mind had to permit it. The mind, of course, didn't have any ‘energy’ of its own but was there to act as a switch.
EVELYN There was something about being in a car that had always made me ridiculously happy. It was an absurd feeling, no doubt, but for unexplainable reasons, I was always happy being in a car... on the wheels in particular. It didn't have to my car or an expensive ride, those had nothing to do this with my love of driving...or simply being in a car. This weird interest of mine came all the way from the days of my childhood. Maybe it was because my Dad was the typical ‘car person’ and had taught me a lot about cars. I didn't have any interest in learning about how a car worked, how strong the engine was or whatsoever. I just enjoyed being in a car. I could remember sitting in the back seat with my younger brother. He would always have something to say, something to show me
EVELYN Her home was very small and the only thing worth looking at in her whole compound was the tomatoes she planted. The flowers weren't well arranged and it was clear that she had only started growing flowers. I hit the door bell and in an instant, a woman opened the door. “Hi, I'm Evelyn Itacha, mother of….” “Oh, I know who you are, Evelyn.” I kept my face straight to make her know I didn't come to play. “Well, I don't know you and I will appreciate it if you refrain from calling me Evelyn, it's Mrs Itacha for you” “Mrs or Ms? Whatever, what do I owe this pleasure?” &nb
DAMON We didn't go with any of our cars. Mason suggested we went with a rented car and particularly one we that had nothing to do with where we lived. It was black mini-van that wouldn't draw the attention of anyone. Mason had the radio on and he kept changing the station every two minutes. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked. He looked at me and made a silly face. “What does it looking I'm doing? Let me give you a hint, driving our asses to our death….” “I meant why the glorious fuck are you changing the station like every second?” “Everything is stupid on the radio, how does my mother cope with th
DAMON After driving for three long days, we finally got to Landera. Actually, we drove for only four hours but it felt like three days to me. Landera was a lovely town. The town was known for its participation in sport-related activities, and it could be clearly seen from the insanely big ‘Welcome to Landera‘ signboard that one saw before getting into the town. While Landera was way more lively than Woodhidge, it was still far away from any major city and it really told on the houses and the size and models of businesses there. Landera was more or less like Woodhidge...if Woodhidge had a community that worked as one, rather than everyone minding their business. “Let's park here, and get ourselves something to ea
DAMON After driving for about ten minutes, we got to the house. The gate was opened. His car door—the driver’s side—was also opened. The silence in the compound was deafening, I couldn't just hear my breathing loudly but Mason's too. The place was dead silent. We checked the car carefully, though not knowing what to look for. Or if we should be looking for anything. Perhaps, we hoped we would see something that would give us a clue where Kelvin was. Or we just stalling because we were scared to walk into the house. We were filled with fear, not of anything but for the safety of Kelvin and his family of three. “Someone else was here.” Mason said. “We don't know
DAMONMalcolm George was Kelvin's closest friend in Landera and if anyone knew what was going on, it was Malcolm. Malcolm was a shapeshifter and also a lawyer based in Landera.Mason was on the wheels driving to Malcolm's home, singing and as usual, trying to hit the high notes.. which he fails every damn time.Malcolm lived in Landera but his house was at the other side of the town so it would take a little while before getting there.My phone rang. It was no one else but Anita. Anita! We hadn't spoken since the last time I saw her.I picked the call.“Hi there, it's Anita. How are you doing?&rd
LUCAS It was another day spent working hard, trying the spell Mrs Haughter gave me over and over again. I had tried it hundreds of times, I had even begun to feel the magic in me more than I usually did. Still, the bond bracelet was hung on my wrist, unmoved my all my efforts. Almost like it mocked me, telling me, “do all you want, buddy, you and I are it forever”. “I will never be rid of this cursed object." I let out in frustration. George, without looking at me, said, “With this attitude, you definitely won't be rid of it." He continued flipping the pages of one of my mother's spell book, while I read the one Mrs Haughter gave me. “You know I'm trying, i