Chapter 28

He walked through the the woods, the twigs and dried leaves crunching beneath his feet. The once orange and pink sky had been painted grey from the downpour that was threatening.

He stopped, his eyes scanning the area. His ears perked up, and it was welcomed by the crickets that chirped. The sound of a wolf howling in the distance pierced through his ears, but he had not cared.

Walking deeper into the woods, he soon halted. He spun his head around, his eyes scanning the place seemingly lost, or looking for someone.

The sound of twigs crunching pierced through his ears, making him whip his head to the direction in which it had come from.

A figure could be seen making it's way towards the man, his black cloak rubbing the ground behind him.

"It took you long enough." The man said, his eyes following the figure as it came to stand before him.

"You have been late yourself." It said, it's deep masculine voice piercing through his ears.

"What's the meeting about?" The figure asked, staring at the man from under the hood that was covering his face.

"Nothing much, just to increase the numbers." The man said, shrugging his shoulders as though increasing the numbers of rogued lycans was no big deal.

"I had known you to be weird, but I never thought you could be this much of a maniac." The cloaked man said, his voice laced with disbelief.

"Have you forgotten that you are a lycan yourself?" He asked, and the other man rolled his eyes.

"You forget that I have no family, I have no pack either. So it is non of my business if the rogues multiply whatsoever. In fact, it is to my advantage." The man said, and by this time he had started to walk round the cloaked man, stressing his every word.

"Have you forgotten that you had given your word to help?"

"Or have you forgotten that I own your life?" The man said, halting to the cloaked Man's right side, the air around them dropping by a few degrees.

"No, and you still have my word. But it has nothing to do with me if you get uncovered. There will come a time you will get eliminated by your own kind." The cloaked man said, his eyes flickering with unfathomable emotions beneath the hood of his black cloak.

"If that is all, then I believe I should get to work." He added, walking into the heart of the forest, dragging his long cloak behind him.

The other man stared at the cloaked man's silhouette as it disappeared.

He stared at nowhere in particular, many emotions flickering in his emerald green eyes.

He morphed into his wolf, his growl reverberating throughout the woods.

Running through the woods, the air blew through his black fur, leaves brushing pass his fur like wet tongues.

After what seemed like minutes, he had arrived at a cave.

Morphing back into his human, he walked into the cave, lighting up a fire torch as he made his way deeper into the cave.

The flame from the torch illuminated, giving his eyes a glow.

Walking for not more than a minute, he soon reached a tomb. Dropping the torch, he took slow and steady steps towards it, his heard clenching beneath his chest. Reaching it, his eyes had caught the dust that had covered it.

Using his hand, he dusted the dirt off, his expression crazed.

"Mother." his hoarse voice came out as he caressed the rock that had been used to cover the tomb.

"Look at me, mother. I'm doing okay now." He said, his voice beginning to crack.

"Can you see how successful I am now?" He asked no one at all as his lips curled up into a smile.

"If only you you had hung on. I have seen father too." He continued.

"He doesn't even know I exist." He said, bowing his head in despair.

"But guess what, I am getting back at him." He said, his lips curling up again. And by this time he had began to chuckled.

Seconds passed, and then minutes, but he had not stopped chuckling, it only grew insane.

Gripping his hair tightly as if to rip it from his head, he staggered, his vision blurring from tears.

His heart hurt so much.

His thoughts wandered to that night.

Running in the woods, the little boy spun his head around looking for her, but had not found her.

The rain poured with vigour, and the stench of blood rose in the air.

"Mother!" He yelled as he ran through the woods, frantically looking for his mother.

He continued to run, puddles splashing beneath his feet. The rain continued to pour, casting it's wrath on the city.

He halted, his gaze travelling to the figure that lay on the ground, her hair askew as the rain poured down on her.

He took slow and steady steps towards her, feeling his whole world crumble.

Dropping to his knees before her, he shook her a couple of times, not getting any response.

"Mother." He called out, his voice beginning to crack as he stared at her face that had lost it's usual glow.

Her wet lashes soon fluttered open, taking in the face that stared down at her.

"Jerome." She called out, her hand raising to touch his face.

"I'm sorry I had done this. I had not known of the rogues, and I just wanted to speak to your father, the alpha." She choked out, tears falling from the corner of her eyes, merging with the rain.

"You should look for your father...tell him who you are."

"Leonard Moltenore." She said, her eyes starting to flutter close.

"Please...mother." the boy stuttered, shaking his head frantically as he tapped her cheek with his palm, but she had already breathe her last breath.

"Mother!" he cried out, his pained voice merging with the thunder that struck in the sky as he held her body tightly to his chest.