Indistinct chatter he could hear from afar. It felt as though it called our to him at a far area and he followed the voice. He walked towards the 1 of the voices, hearing it sound louder as he got closer. Slowly his eyes were open. His visions were quite blur but he blinked and slowly it became normal. The first he captured was the wooden ceiling, nailed perfectly and beautifullyHe saw himself lay on a soft bed with nothing but chairs and some minor furniture inside. He felt a cold wind touch his skin, making him shiver for a moment before his body adjusted to the temperature.He turned around to sight the windows opened, the curtains were moving too as the winds moved.It seemed to be a place he knew. He couldn't tell, his head really hurts and he couldn't help but place his hands on his head, trying to favour it as the pain remained constant.He felt something that wasn't flesh. It felt like a cloth, like a bandage, wrapped around his head. Then he remembered, he laid in the same

Hello, excuse me..!", Adira stopped a man who walked with a bag filled with green vegetables on the road. He looked stressed and weary, his body beaten by the scorching heat of the sun and he wiped off a sweat drop from his face."Have you seen this man..?", She asked as she raised up a picture of Bryan. It was more of a drawing on a large piece of paper, and it more than perfect.It showed off most of his features, exception of the colour of his eyes and his dentition, the rest was stated clearly in the drawing. The shape of his head, the length of his hair and the shape of his jaw, and many features which were good enough to describe the one whom they searched for "Yeah..", the man said it in a less sure manner, straining his eyes just to see and understand who it was."I've seen him before..", the man confirmed after staring for long. It was the same man whose torso was exposed as he walked with an older man. He happened to be the one, the only difference being that the picture sh

They all sat around the squared table, the five of them, having dinner. The table was filled with lots of food and drinks which were able to reach the mouths and stomachs of everyone present at that table.They all laughed, they all smiled. The joy and the cheer spreading throughout the atmosphere, with no one having the exception of a stretched muscled face with dentitions shown.It was more than a reunion to Bryan. It was like home, but this time, a different aspect, as though home came to him. He later grew to understand why others never believed in home being known to be the place where one was born and raised inHe had his own definition. What could be his? He believed home was where his happiness was, where he could express his joy with the people he loved dearly. The location was never meant to be constant, but if the people whom he shared the joy with were always present, then home could be anywhere and everywhere.He had missed the company of these two for so long, he still

"Mind what you say to me boy..!", The Caesar responded to his statement. In someway it hurt him bad. The feeling of a son challenging a father figure was what he had never seen, this young man displayed it before him.And why would he think he was scared of fighting his father? His father was one of the, if not the most powerful werewolf in the entire werewolf world, and whoever challenged such a person is mentally and all round prepared to fight him.He was an example. He had always wanted the Blue moon pack to himself, yet the presence of a being so powerful like himself had already assured him before hand that he was never ready for him.And when he thought he was ready, he felt as though making waves by killing other weaker Alpha's would cause fear to strike the entire werewolf world, making them know his name.And when he finally had Fergus, he had understood that the man whom he had fought hard and prepared for was no longer in existence.Someone must have killed him and taken o

It's been a day after the brief visit to the blue moon pack, his home, and yet he couldn't get over the memories. They kept recurring, and they were getting as fresh as what he couldn't describe.His first sight of his home was amazing. The winds which blew there was much better than what he had ever felt, it was as though it was specially made for that environment.He felt it and it was though he was young again, infact, the memories returned as he stepped his feet on the garden. His parents favourite place. It was more of a love garden to them than what others would have thought, a place where they would sit together and have breakfast, disturbing the winds with their waves of love..And now they were no more, and the garden had turned into an evergreen desert. The water fountain which always had water flowing through it and letting the birds sing with it's gurgling sounds had ceased to function."Hey Bryan.!", He heard his name accompanied with the sound of the door being shut. He