Echoes of an Alpha's heart

Chapter1

[Tyre's screech loudly.]

The Mercedes GLK 350 came to an abrupt stop just in front of the county's general hospital. The hospital doors fly open as four nurses and a man in a crisp white lab coat run out from the hospital towards the car, with a stretcher in tow.

A six-foot-nine man, soaked in blood, was pulled out from the back of the Mercedes and laid on the stretcher. He lay still as though dead. The man in the crisp white lab coat called out as himself. The four nurses, alongside the two men and woman that brought the man, pushed their way through the hospital's front door.

"Prepare theater four for operation..." He tapped the receptionists table as they ran past. They took a right turn. The sign on the wall read theater, with an arrow pointing ahead. "Multiple concussions...a ruptured spleen and a fractured third...fourth and sixth vertebrae" the two men and women that were in tow were signaled to stop as the nurses and doctor pushed through a glass door that had the words theater written boldly on it in capital green letters.

[ALARM CLOCK BUZZES]

The heavy duvet flies off the edge of the bed. Vlad, a silver haired, seventeen year old student of hawksville high school groans in frustration and slams the side of his fist into his alarm clock, scattering it on impact. "curse those responsible for education!" Vlad murmured under his breath as he forced his lazy athletic-built body out of his bed and onto the ground. Push-ups were a part of his daily routine after he awoke. "...forty-five...forty-six...forty-seven_". "Vlad!" a soft feminine voice called from behind the door. "I'm up mom." Vlad paused halfway to answer before continuing. "Forty-eight...forty-nine...fifty!" He pushed himself up and stopped to take a look at his room. With both hands on his waist, he scanned the room for signs of abnormalities. Been a mel-phleg-chol, Vlad was a perfectionist to the core. Satisfied with what he saw, he walked into his bathroom.

*

"Morning ma!" Vlad flew the last four steps into the kitchen, kissed his mom on the cheek and headed for the refrigerator. "Where's he?" He nodded towards the kitchen counter, where his dad's briefcase sat waiting for its owner. Vlad walks up to his mom who's busy with breakfast and peers into the pan. "Take a seat boy!" Mr. Kowski's deep voice ringed through the open kitchen as he walked towards the counter where his briefcase sat with a copy of the guardian in his right hand. "Morning sir!" Vlad greeted as he imitated his father's walking posture back to the counter where he perched on one of the available bar chairs. "What's up with the frown baby?" Vlad's mother asked in concern as she placed a plate of toast, poached eggs and steak in front of Vlad and his father. Mr. Kwoski folded the newspaper in half and tossed it on the table. "Four homicides this morning..." Mr. Kowski tears into his stake. Vlad picks up the newspaper and starts going through it as he eats. [Vlad chokes on his food as he turns over the next page and sees what's on it.] "My God!" Vlad reaches for the glass of milk in front of him and takes a long drink. Mrs Kwoski gives him a worried frown as he sets the glass down and clears his throat. "These regulars were gnawed in half...damn!" Mrs kwoski wipes her hands on her apron and leans against the kitchen sink. ``that's fourteen deaths in two weeks." she folds her hand across her chest and sends a clouded look in Mr kwoski's direction. "What are the authorities doing about it?" Vlad's father was the mayor of their village, Haines junction which was located to the east side of the mount Logan at kluane park and reserve. This is no ordinary homicide love. It's obvious one of these lone wolves has been having a field day." Mr Kwoski answered without turning or lifting his face from his food. Mrs Kwoski let out a low sign, obviously not satisfied with the answer she'd gotten. "Are we sure its not one of our own?" the fork in the sheriff's left hand dropped to the plate below his wrist. He let out a low growl and started raising his head slowly. Noticing that things were about to go south soon, Vlad immediately jumped off his chair, swiped the remaining toast and stake in his plate and headed for the door. "Would you look at that? I'm bloody late for class!" It was nearly seven-fifteen in the morning and classes never start till well over eight-thirty. "language hon!" Mrs Kwoski called after Vlad as he rushed out the door without turning her gaze from her brooding husband.

[BIKE ENGINE STEAMS SILENTLY]

Vlad sat in his Suzuki GSX 250R, munching on his unfinished breakfast, when another Suzuki Gixxer 250cc, similar to his, pulled up beside him. The rider, a slender female with a cheerleader's build, took off her helmet to reveal the beautiful smiling face of seventeen-year-old Melissa. Vlad's childhood best friend. The brunette smiled at the food in her friend's hand. "Couldn't wait to see me, I see!" Vlad shook his head and gave her a rather disappointed look as he chewed in silence. "They started acting up over this quad homicide from last night." Vlad answered as he dusted his trousers of food particles after swallowing the last bite of his food. "Hey Mel!" Vlad smiled mischievously as he wore his gloves. "Uh-huh" Mel answered absent-mindedly as she applied another layer of lip gloss to her already shiny lips. "Vladimir!" her tone said that 3she suspected what he was about to say and that he shouldn't dare it. "The changing is in four months_'' He burst out laughing as the once proud I-AM-THE-QUEEN-OF-THE-NILE, look on Melissa's face as she looked at herself through her phone's screen, gave way to a very sour I-AM-DOOMED-LOOK. The changing is a ritual between the Wilberk clan when youngins[young werewolves that haven't shifted] at age eighteen, shift forms for the first time under the supermoon. It was a one-day, all-night festival in the Logan mountains because of closeness to the sky , since it was one of the highest peaks in the north. Mel shrugged her shoulders as though throwing what Vlad had just said to the ground. "Our birthday is in two weeks..." Mel announced in her very girly swagger and put on her helmet. "...you owe me a birthday gift!" With that, she sped off on her own. Vlad smiled in amazement at how she managed to do everything about herself despite his efforts to annoy her that morning.

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