Lucas lets out a loud yawn and then slowly slides down the bed. He walks toward the window rubbing his bleary eyes. With his party ruined and his father’s house considered an act of crime scene, Mr. and Mrs. Willie accepted the plea of their daughter Jane to accommodate Lucas for a while until the investigations were over.
Immediately Lucas heard a full-fisted knock he quickly went to answer the door. He was staying in one of the guest rooms in Mr. and Mrs. Willie's house.
“Good morning Lucas,” Jane greeted putting up a fancy smile.
“Good morning, Jane. How was your night?”
“I wouldn’t say fine with what just happened last night.”
“I understand because I feel the same way.” Lucas invites Jane in and shuts the door. He clears his throat and opens his mouth to speak. “I must confess, your parents have a good heart. I appreciate them allowing me to stay here for a while.”
“Just feel at home,” Jane smirked.
“Do you think the police believed what we told them?” Lucas asked with a concerned look on his face.
“My parents do believe it’s not wise lying to them especially when your father is a Detective. They said: ‘one way or another, they will still find out what happened.’”
“No Jane, my dad can’t know. Not yet.” Lucas disputed.
“Well, I’m sorry to break it out to you Lucas but my parents sent me here to give you some advice on letting your father know what’s happening.”
“Oh no, that’s not gonna happen. I need time to figure out things about my mother, until then, no one is telling my dad anything. Please.”
Lucas believes that’s the best way to protect the good memories his father has and does not what to ruin that memory for him not even now his mother is dead. Until he figures things out, he still wants everything to be a secret especially when it comes to his father.
“Well, that does not depend on me but I will have to still speak with my parents to explain to them.”
“I will be glad if you do.” Another fisted knock was heard. “Are you expecting anyone?” Lucas whispered with curiosity.
“It must be my mother.” Jane moves to the door. “See you later,” she said putting up a fancy smile. She gently opens the door only to see Detective White standing in front of the door. “Hello, Detective White!” she said expressing disbelief. She thought it was her mother.
“Hello, Jane. Your mother said I will meet my son here.”
“Oh! Forgive me!” Jane moves away from the door allowing Detective White to step in. “I will leave you two alone to catch up,” she said as she walks out closing the door behind her.
Detective White cast his gaze on his son. “How are you holding up,” he asked.
“Nothing special,” Lucas replied putting down his head.
He isn't happy losing his friends. What bothers him is knowing the truth but finding it difficult to say it even to his father. He has come to realize a lot has been happening in New Orleans before they moved in. Losing his friends is hurting him silently but there's no way he could even say a word of it to his father to avoid more questioning that may lead to answers to the truth his father seeks.
Detective White moves to the bed and sat on it. He gestured for his son to sit beside him. To him, is as if the world is against him and his family. He lost his wife and his son was attacked in the wood. For the second time his son was attacked, he managed to escape. This bothers Detective White. He needs answers and all he needs right now from his son is the truth and nothing more.
A lot of cops from his precinct do not believe a bear will leave the woods to attack a birthday party some miles away from the woods. Something is going on ever since his wife died and his son attacked and that same thing has followed his son home. He recalled his son once told him about werewolves but he dismissed the incident and told his son werewolves aren’t real.
Detective White fixes his gaze on his son. He finally breaks the silence, saying, “Tell me son, was it werewolves that attacked your friends?”
“Werewolves? You told me they weren’t real or are there?”
Lucas is playing smart with his father. But he can’t outsmart his father that has been a cop even before he was born.
Detective White puts up a soft smile and then opens up again, “You once mentioned werewolves to me in the hospital. Perhaps you don’t want to be seen as insane by my colleagues and that’s why you didn’t tell them what attacked during your party and killed your friends.”
“Dad, to be honest with you, I didn’t see what attacked them. I was hit from behind and before I knew it I woke up to the disturbing sirens.”
This conversation isn’t going as Detective White planned. He adjusts on the bed with his eyes still fixed on his son. “Remember I’m your father and my job is to protect you. If I don’t know the truth, how will I even protect you?” said Detective with a concerned look.
“I trust you dad and your job is to detect things and solve complex cases. You can as well figure out what attacked my friends and bring it to book.”
Lucas didn’t mean to disrespect his father; he was just trying to keep his father from the truth. The truth will make him hate his mother when he finds out he was married to an ancient witch. If Detective White gets to know his wife Susan was just hiding under the name ‘Susan’ instead of ‘Kora’ he we seize to visit his tomb with flowers and will hate her until he dies.
Lucas even though he wasn’t happy with his mother keeping such a huge secret from them didn’t want to see his father in a heartbroken state knowing he was married to an ancient witch.
“I know things have been happening and I…”
Detective White was interrupted; his phone rang. He can’t ignore the call. It’s a call from Captain Harris. He quickly slides his hand into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out his phone. “Detective White,” he said over the phone.
“What?” he exclaimed rising to his feet in haste.
Lucas stares at his father as he quickly initiated his enhanced hearing ability. He was hearing everything Captain Harris was saying to his father over the phone but he acted as if he heard nothing. When his father hung up the call and was in a haste to leave, Lucas draws his father’s attention and asked what the call was all about.
Detective White couldn’t give much attention to his son’s query. Captain Harris has requested his presence and he needed to be there. “There has been an attacked in the morgue,” he said rushing out from the guest room.