Fist of Claws: The Rise of the New Alpha & his Queen

Chapter 11 - Join the Pack

“Who is this dude?” Lucas spoke in a frightened voice. His eyes scanned the 10 feet man from head to toe and what terrified him was the man’s eyes were glowing yellow just like the glowing green eyes he saw in the woods.

“His name is Stone, one of the werewolves,” Bonnie whispered.

On Stone’s neck was a tattoo of a crescent moon. Around his neck was a pedant with a wooden centerpiece carved into a crescent moon.

“Lucas, are you with me or not?” Bonnie whispered as she glanced at Lucas in expectation of what he had to say. She was curious if Lucas has made up his made to come with her or not. She doesn’t want to engage with Stone knowing that Lucas will join them. She wants to be sure where his loyalty lies before she risks her life defending him.

Lucas took a hurried look at Bonnie and squeezes out his words frightfully, “Yes, I’m with you!”

“You don’t know what you are talking about!” roared Stone with a soft snarl. He furrows his brows switching his gaze at Lucas as he continued, “You belong to us and I’m here to take you home with me!”

“He’s not coming with you, walk away now or get your a*s kicked.” Bonnie stood her ground like a brave lion standing tall after devouring its prey. She was a young but powerful witch. Although her white clan doesn’t kill with their powers, they can still defend themselves without killing anyone.

“You are a white clan witch and you can’t kill with your powers lest you turn dark,” Stone spoke confidently with a silly smile written over his face. He giggled and then chuckled as he narrowed a scornful gaze on Bonnie. He's certain that any white clan witch that kills anyone with her power will automatically turn into a dark witch. Her white regalia and hair will turn black and everything about her will darken and they will not have keen attention to anything good or desire to be good. This is a part white clan witches do not what to walk on because it takes a thousand years to walk out of it.

Stone might have underestimated Bonnie but the truth is, she can still kick his a*s without killing him. Bonnie conjured a white orb in her palm and blasted Stone with it knocking him down. She quickly grabbed Lucas and with a snap of her fingers, they both disappeared into white glowing light.

BONNIE’S MAGICAL STORE:

They made a smooth landing inside a mystic shop. Filled with curiosity, Lucas peered around with a concerned look. All he could see was a shop window of alluring little objects, magic balls, magic hens, wonderful cones, ventriloquist dolls, and the material of the basket trick.

Lucas flicked around and started staring at the magical objects on the shelves. He has not seen any magical objects except in the movies.“How did we get here?” he mutters with mixed feelings.

“I told you I’m a witch. I possess the ability to disappear and reappear.”

Lucas has a lot of questions going through his mind. He moved from shelf to shelf as he caught a glimpse of a dwarf-looking woman with one ear larger than the other. He was frightened at her hideous and grumpy look. “Who is she?” he asked turning slowly to face Bonnie.

“Her name is Ann, she’s my assistant.”

Ann has been serving the line of Bonnie’s grandmother for a decade and whenever she’s getting old, she has the ability to put on a younger look of herself. She has been living for five hundred years. She has been one of the ancient witches’ servers for centuries. Her kinds are a race of dwarf-looking witches that often serves the witches, especially the white clan. They are the closest companion of every white witch and for centuries they have been proven trustworthy in every given task. They live longer than any white witch which makes it possible to even serve the next generation from the line of the white clan witch previously served. They possess more abilities than the white clan witches although they have never seen themselves as equal or superior to a white clan witch. However, dark witches due to the dark powers they possess have often shown they are not equal to the white clan witches or their dwarfs’ servers known as ‘Kik.’ The dark witches claim superiority over these two races of witches and always want to dominate.

Ann slowly and quietly walks out from behind the shelf where she was standing without making a sound. With her eyes fixed on Lucas, she smirked. “You found him.” She walks closer to Lucas and forcefully grabbed his palm. “Your mother and your grandmother must be proud of you,” she said glancing at Bonnie.

“I know, but he needs to see things for…”

“Shhh…” Ann silenced Bonnie. She placed Lucas’ palm on her cheek and listens closely to his heartbeat. “He has not triggered his werewolf curse,” she mutters.

“Of course, I know that.”

Lucas wasn’t feeling comfortable about how Ann is acting strange. He pulled his hand away from her and tilted back on his heels. “What is she talking about?” Lucas glanced at Bonnie. He didn’t get the memo about anything called the ‘werewolf curse.’

“I’m sorry; I didn’t have the chance to tell you about the werewolf course.”Bonnie politely apologized.

“You have the chance now, so spill it out.” Lucas furrows his brows and folded his arms with his eyes on Bonnie in expectation of further explanations.

“Tell him, he needs to…”

“Quiet Ann, allow me to do this!” Bonnie silenced Ann that she didn’t get the chance to finish what she has to say. Ann was eager to meet with Lucas but she was disappointed knowing he hasn’t triggered his werewolf curse.

The werewolf curse is considered as having the venom of a werewolf in one's system which allows the person to shape-shift into a wolf form during the full moon. Typically, one who has been turned is believed to have the curse of a werewolf running in him which also can mean good in the sense that they possess the ability of a werewolf which makes them supernatural creatures that can’t be killed except with special magical objects. However, to be able to manifest these supernatural abilities of the werewolf, the newly turned must trigger his werewolf curse.

“What the hell is a werewolf curse?” Lucas was growing impatient every second and needed answers if truly he has become a werewolf. To him, there's nothing like a werewolf. It's just a fictional belief scripted. He still has a difficult time believing what attacked him in the woods was a werewolf.