Chapter 42: Chapter 42

Story description.

Kathryn Carmelo is a young writer, whose mind is pure and full of simplicity. She wants not to much, everything about her simple. But this all change when she found a job at a new novel publishing company. She thought all she'll do at the company is to read manuscript of amazing writers like herself, or type a book of her own and with the help of the company, she'll become a published author. No, that wasn't what happened, at least not when Anthony, her boss came into the picture.

Now knowing that Anthony isn't as humanly as she thought, she has to find out what he is, and how the heck he is that...thing she thought was a rumour. Funny enough, she found the real her in the process.

Prologue.

High up in the sky is the glistering blue moon, shining down onto the nature below. Silence fills the whole premises, the sound of leaves rustling; the sound of twigs snapping; and the sound of cricket flapping their wings, and such others are unheard.

Glow flares from the trees; an effect made from the full moon up in the sky. The clouds are crystal clear, allowing the stars to accompany the effect of the moon.

Tapping sound of beings running soon disturbs the peaceful nature. Small grasses are being trampled upon, as branches of trees are being pulled apart by flashy moving hands.

A she-wolf in her human form, carrying a child, whom is wrapped with white comfy sheets, in her arms appears from behind one of the tall trees. She looks weary, apparently she had been running all day, away from those chasing behind her. Those, whom she knows won't stop until they fufill their lethal wish.

She has to protect her daughter— next of her bloodline; that is her greatest sacrifice; ultimate goal. Her mate, a male Werewolf runs from behind the trees as well, releasing his breath when he stops and join his wife.

"I think we lost them for now." He tells her, his eyes still scanning around the area. His wolf is disturbed inside of him, lingering around, as his scent has heightened. He can sense the smell, and sound coming from afar.

His and his wife's mind are interlinked, so as to be able to watch out the more for each other. He grabs her by her side, bringing her close to him. She takes in his scent, and closes her eyes.

"You can rest a bit." He pauses, looks around again, and continue, "before we then continue running."

They don't know where they are going. But all they know is that they need to move far away as possible. Both of them's wolf gene are knocking at the human part, wanting escape but they keep it in. If they are to turn, their trailers will catch up with them faster, and at the same time, running with humanly features is slow but it's postponed their death, fortunately.

"I can't keep up with this. I need my witch part." The she-wolf complains.

The man wrinkles his brows in effect to the discomfort he feels from her through the link. "You haven't been able to connect?"

"No, I think our chaser is using some kind of cloaking device, or they've grown dark powers. That could only explain why I'm powerless, regarding my witch gene." The woman knew she's the last of all witches until her daughter comes of age. In her mind, she can tell that those chasing behind them are after her daughter.

They want to kill her. They want the descendants of witches to go into extinct.

"Then... you must move." After a long-drawn-out moment, her mate says. His eyes searches hers, her thoughts he can read. "I'll be fine. I just need to buy us some time." He adds.

"Then, why block your mind from me? What are you hiding?"

"This is no time for such discussion. Go to the river, from there, I believe there is a way to another town. It's populated, so you should be protected." He says in a hurry, and kisses her forehead.

He stands, and takes some steps back. With her eyes, she plead for him to stay, but he believes he's doing what's best for them, for his family. His eyes closes, the power of the moon radiating along his veins. His senses heightened more, his wolf being released from the chains.

Followed by a sniff, he growls in an animalistic manner, his tone roaring into the dark. Coupling, his skin turns into sharp furs, his bones breaking, his teeth elongating, changing into fangs. His back hunches, as his body breaks and bones crunches. As he cracks his neck, his figure jumps up into the air, and landing down, he gets on all fours.

His grey furs, having black strip abreast the line of his nose reveals before the woman, his mate. His scent has became more potent for other supernatural to catch. Normally, he could have hinder his scent as most Werewolves can, but those chasing them are quite witted, and not regular rogue wolves, or rapid rogue wolves, neither are they lost wolves. However, there is no reason why those kind of wolves will be chasing after them. This kind of wolf-trailers have a mission, a deadly one.

Before she can react at his next growl, he's left, headed into the bushes once again. She wanted him to at least look back, but he didn't. Just then, her daughter begins to cry, her sound reaching into the taciturn space.

She is hurried to pick a pace, and set her track, running with her wailing child. Tears are threatening to fall off her eyes, but she keeps going.

Trembling as she fights against her reluctant legs, she murmurs into the air, her voice needy. "please nature, protect the last daughter of the witch coven. If she is to die, the balance you've made shall be demolished." Repeating this words underneath her breaths, she continues to push through the gravity, fighting the resistant in the air.

She repeats the words in form of mantra. She would have muster a spell, but her witch part, being in void makes it an impossibility. Suddenly, her body jumps into the air, flipping and like a tear, her human skin pierce, coming forth, her wolf — her other nature. Her sandy-tanned skin changes into furs, thick ash hair covering each and every part of her body.

Her canine elongates, and she uses it to pick up the wrapper engulfing her daughter. With the help of her legs, she comforts her child, grasping her more closely so she won't fall.

Her speed increases more, her sense heightens. Soon, she is pulling to a stop. She's gotten to the lake. The water is glistering under the effect of the blue shining moon.

She nears the water, having dropped her child next to her. Her wolf peeks out into the forest, and scan the area. Her other half senses nothing out of place. It feels like they are safe.

Just then she decides to relax. Her throat is burning her from the lack of oxygen, so she drinks from the lake. Her super sense of smell had check the water, and see it was pure.

As she continues to drink, a bubble pokes from the water, making her wolf's eyes flare, and quickly back away. She curves her body, at the same time, using her tail as a protective shield to her lying daughter, whom is still wailing into the air.

She purrs, urging her to stop but she wouldn't. Another bubble comes, a gulping sound releasing. She becomes more alert. Her shock is moved to the peak as she watches the pull from the water.

The surface of the water is elastic, as it is being pulled up from the middle. The raise makes shade that covers her large wolf figure.

She is in awe, but most certainly shocked at what she is seeing. This is definitely a witch power.

"Aren't I the last of my ancestors?" Her human part ask her wolf since her witch part — her true nature — is still no where to be sensed.

Both beings in one body watch the rumbling lake being raised, and then it molds a form. Following, the water breaks, as it still continues to take the form.

The water from the lake soaks up, revealing the shape of three male beings. She is shocked at those in front of her.

These men are not witches. She knows them. Something is off about them, her wolf can sense it and is warning her. With her mind being in calm at the familiar faces, she brings her wolf to alight.

Her human shape overcomes once again, letting her stand erect, as she watches them. Her skin is still hairy. She is in the median form, between her wolf part and human part.

She quickly nears them. Her voice tone is pleading. "I need your help, Elders. My mate is still behind, probably fighting those chasing us. I don't know them, but they seem dangerous..." As she explains, she notices more odd in how they act.

Their faces are unconcerned by her urge. She backs, and frowns, her brows are furrowed. "it's you." She says, finally getting it.

Her wolf can just begin to smell the scent of her mate. They have killed him. She can smell her mate's blood on one of the men's hands — the leading figure, one standing ahead of the other two.

They are the ones chasing them. They used to be wolves, and as well, they and her mate are Alphas of the four corners of the universe.

"Seize her." The man in front says, and the two behind him walks towards her.

She quickly backs away more, as she growls at them. Tripping by a log she hadn't noticed, she falls, but is hurried to grip herself.

"You can't do this. What offence have I made? What offence has my mate made?" She is quivering.

The man's face is emotionless. She can see his eyes through the hood he is wearing, hindering his actual face. The other men are muttering words under their breaths. It's spells to keep her in place.

"You know what you are. You are a witch. Your kinds are too powerful, and we will not allow you to take control of the supernatural world ever again. We, Weres should be the most powerful."

"You are wrong. Nature made us to balance this world. You can't undo it." She manages to speak her mind even when she's scared so much that her heart is hammering against her sternum.

"I am. We are. We are the Elders." The man says, his hands spreading as emphasy.

"How did you get a witch power?"

"Why do you care?" He is mocking.

"The powers you have is dark, and unhealthy to yourself and everyone. You just let me help you purify yourself as you were made initially." Even though they had killed her mate, she still needs to perform her duty as witch to purify the heart of impure supernatural beings.

"Kill her and her daughter." The man seems to be clearly done with the conversation.

She panics, knowing there is no way out of this. If her mate, which is their colleague is killed by them, her life is worthless. She's always noticed them to hate her.

"Oro te naturae ut animam filiae meae renascentis conservet..." Suddenly, she gags, feeling a sharp agony slide past her throat, before just then she feels numb...the foreign words couldn't be spelt anymore.

Her neck has been sliced, her blood is sputtering at her face, entering into her eyes such that her vision is blurred. Her hands involuntarily goes up there to keep pressure.

The blade used was silver, a substance very lethal to Werewolf's genes. It's deadly. It's killing her.

She tries to complete her words, but her body no longer functions. She falls to the ground, her other unblocked eyes watches her crying daughter. She reaches for her, but can't.

The light of the moon blends into her scenery, and she stares into it, crimson still gushing out.

"Take the child, and end her too." The man commands once again. With immediate effect, one of the two men grips the silver blade in his hands and clasp the sheet covering the child.

The moment the covers were unveiled, the dominancy of the first man halt the other man with the blade. "stop."

The man with the hoods walks over to the child, and look into her eyes. "she can not be killed by this blade. Her powers are overwhelming. I can feel it." He pauses, and continues, "I have to subdue her dominance. Lethal hybrid, the child is." He finishes with clear disgust.

With that, his eyes glows the colour of flaring fire, but not of scarlet, black instead. His now onyx eyes pierce into the child's, banging into her mind.

For her stage, she wasn't supposed to have grown any extraordinariness, but it seems different for her case.

After a while, the man outstretches his hands, and the blade was passed into his open palms. Gripping it firmly, he cast a muttering foreign language, one that sounds eerie in the dark night.

Not hesitating, he sinks the blade into the chest of the crying child, and just after that horror, silence fills the space. The woods grows more dead.

Chapter one.

Kathryn's POV.

The media titles them dangerous. They say they are beasts, having human form to blend in. They were called the Werewolves.

Around the eighteenth century, humans were very wary of this same species. They were shown videos of how this species act during full moon.

I watched the videos too, as the topics of how perilous those species can be are still taught as free lessons in college.

Even in this civilized present century, many humans still think that Werewolves could come back anytime to kill us all.

Maybe that's the fact why some officials titled themselves Hunters. They were actually a government approved officials. I still don't understand how most people will believe the facts.

When I first watched the video, I'd known I'll find it hard to trust in this rumour. Maybe if I was born during the time Werewolves were rampant in our world, and roam our street, then I would have believed.

If you did watch the video, you'll get me. It's just a visual excuse, showing fast-moving human forms, running and growling around the street, and suddenly, they will hover into the air, and bam...their human skin will yank off to reveal a ferocious being within. A very large beast will take over, and start killing people, or destroying properties, or just walking around.

So far, if this were to be true, I think there are some whom are good Weres, and some, whom are bad Weres. The video also shows them fighting one another sometimes, as though the good ones are fighting off the bad ones to protect humanity.

It's just impossible. If they were to even become wolves...how in this god-damn, planet Earth will they be that large wolves?

And to kill all this, the story of their creation is quite faulty. The Media — or rather Hunters — stated that it all started with a very angry, and maniac female human who wishes to make other set of humanity, one whom will be what she wish humans to be.

She would kidnap different genders, and work on them in her laboratory. It was hidden in a far away woods. They say, she started to blend the genes of wolves with that of humans, her perfect thought of changing humanity to her style.

Her experiment later became successful, but the species weren't as perfect as she thought, so they break free, and came to the outside world.

Such a hilarious fairy tale, is it not?

The woman was the Werewolves' moon goodness, or at least that's what we humans tend to believe.

My name is Kathryn Carmelo. All of my life, I lived with my family in a small town. I never believed in such fantasy of Werewolves in the human world. Actually if you'll ask me, I assume it's just a nightmare some psycho humans are trying to force on everyone.

It hadn't worked on me, and never will it. Who did they think they are kidding? I mean, how is it even possible for someone to merge the body of wolf with that of human, and then they aren't even the size of a typical wolf, but large and hefty ones.

Didn't they think of agglutination before spreading the fantastic news? So far I hear about it, the Hunters says the female human merged the blood of wolves into that of humans, which is not possible. They'll die, rather than become whatever they say they are now.

In the video, it looks terrifying, but then, thinking about it...why is there green screen if not to make fantasies like this come true?

Even the government never talked much about this. I think they believe in it. Ha, funny it is, right? The Media is the government, so yes, they wouldn't tell about it.

My life's always been simple, nothing in spectacular. I stay with the Carmelo family, and gained their last name when I was adopted. I never know my parents, and the Carmelo mother, whom I know as my mother never talks about it too.

I stopped asking about my past life when I feel like I already have everything I could need from a family. I have a sister, the one and only biological daughter of the Carmelo. They never make me feel like an outsider, so yes, if I'm asked about my family, it's the Carmelo for me.

I stop in my track, and look around. The street is awfully quiet, but at the same time, it's nice. I do like to jog very early in the morning, when everyone is most certainly still asleep. In this part of the globe, most occupants don't chase after cabs, because of their office work.

The town I live in is small, little in the geographical map, I'll say. We don't have much offices here. The kids around here move away from town to the city to start mass jobs.

I'm a graduate, but doesn't have a job yet. I work in a restaurant, more like a breakfast, take-away snack shop.

My eyes roam around again, my breathing is heavy, as my chest roves up and down. I reach for my waist, where I have a bottle of water hook to my suit. Dad bought me the suit from one of his friends that work in the city.

I love anything he buys me, and appreciate them, so automatically I take care of this clothing quite well.

Gulping down the water, I sigh and look around the street again. I tap a button on the headphone, and the music changes. The soft tone becomes more soothing to my brain, and I close my eyes, reeling in the moment.

Breathing in again, I prepare to start jogging when suddenly my phone beeps, a call entering.

It interrupt the song, so I slide the headphone off my ears to rest on my neck. Then, I check the screen of my phone just before placing it to my ears.

The sound that comes from the other side, a shrilling one makes me want to squeeze my face but I can't help but roll my eyes.

I'm familiar with the nature of my sister. "hey twinny," she giggles into the speaker, in the background, she's talking to mom. The nickname is something we call each other. Since we are of the same age, we do things together, and got nicknamed by mother. We both love the title and stick to it.

"Will you please talk?" I'm hyperventilating. I don't think I'll be able to jog further anymore. It's tiring already, and girl needs some rest. Whelp!

"Oh, sorry. Breakfast is ready. Mom's calling you to come back home." And then, she's gone again. Thank goodness this time, it's just for a brief moment. "Where you at?"

"Out of Florence street." I state to her, and hear her gasp. Florence street is wide, recap, Florence street where I live in is wide. The community is the largest in this town. Her gasping is sure guessed why. I jogged farther from home today, and I'm sure I'll regret it later when my muscles begin to pain.

"And you'll run back?"

"Probably," then I rethink my decision. "I'll get a cab. Girl's half-dead."

"Hehe." She mocks. "Is that why you're sounding like someone who's just got off bed after four hours session?" Her question baffles me at first, until my brain ticks at her remark. Oh no, why does my sister have to be naughty everytime? She's so clichè.

I would have laughed, if not that I feel too weak to do so.

I begin to walk towards the next street, where I'll find a cab. "why are you like this, Charlotte?" I don't wait for her answer. "anyway, is dad still home?"

"Yeah. Just hurry. You know Brendan isn't the type to calm when you're late."

"That's his problem. He can stick his complaint up his ass."

"Ouch, now who's being dirty?" She is grinning. I can just tell. That's who I've been breeding all my life.

"Oh, stop. You know I can't win against your naughtiness."

She pauses, probably thinking of something, because I can hear her humming. "Wait, what did you just say?" What did I just say?

Many things. Ah, that's my second companion. Have I mentioned her to you? Oh, before I forget. My inner voice, and I are very close. She talks into my head, like, all the time even though every time we don't usually go along. She's mostly tackling me. My imagination is very high, most of the time, I live in the fantasy world. One can say that's why I'm a writer, as much as a reader of many preternatural happenings, and scripts.

I do watch a lot of the movie too, but on the other account, Charlotte is more of the horror, dark, commanding, and such features. She's an example of aforementioned, herself as she can be very terrifying, and commanding.

But then, she gets her way with men.

Her voice brings me back to the now. "Is he gay?" She's asking about Brendan? When did I mention he is one?

"No?" I'm unsure. Oh, was it because I said earlier that he can stick his complaint up his ass? "Babe, what I said earlier was just an expression."

"It better be." Uh-oh. I am yet to see a moving cab that's not occupied. The street is filling up as time passes the more.

"You have a crush on him? Tell me something, he'll be your number what?" She's been with lots of men actually. Note that, please.

"Never one of your business, dear." There her voice tone has changed as though she's annoyed, or irked at my questioning but it's just her style. It can't work very much on me.

"Whatever. I'm hanging up. And yeah, make sure you've bathed before I get home." She takes forever in the bathroom. I don't know what she's always washing for that long.

Maybe the perfumes of her previous one-night stand. My inner voice chimes in, and then she's gone. If Charlotte should hear her, she'll strangle her from within me. That literally means, she'll strangle me.

"You're annoying me already, so bye."

Finding a cab, I walk towards it. The driver rolls down the window just in time as I tell him my destination. "Florence street, block seven."

He nods, and I am hurried to reply Charlotte. "see you soon." Entering, sitting on the backseat, my peripheral sight sees the driver changes the GPS to my location.

He is playing a low song from the radio, which i didn't complain about. I bring the headphone back up and connect it with my phone. Then, I resume the music, suck in a whiff of the air, breathing it out through my mouth, I rest my head against the car window, and watch the passing building.

No matter what, the passing scenery which involves exterior decors, eclectic types of flowerbed, and small trees will make me always remember this small province. It's such beauty. Simple beauty. It's not too much...something I like.