The Last Valdez

Chapter 2

“Why are you crying?” Alex asked their friend, Casey but Jake just looked at her a bit annoyed.

“My mom refused to allow me watch my favorite cartoon, she said I need to focus on my assignments more. Why is only Serah allowed to play?” Casey was a year younger than Jake which means Alex was older than her with four years.

“Big girls don't cry.”

“I'm not a big girl so I can cry all I want.” she denied glaring at Jake who was the mean one between the brothers.

“Casey don't mind Jake, he's mean. Crying doesn't make you a small girl.

“It absolutely does. You know what happens when you cry?”

When she shook her head in fear, he said satisfied “Crying attracts monsters and that will come in the night and when they come visiting, they will first kill….”

“Jake!!! Stop you are scaring the poor girl.” Alex scolded when he noticed her visibly shaking.

“He's lying, Jake cries most times especially when he is hungry or he injures himself.”

“You are such a mean boy, Sarah and I are never playing with you again. Only play with Alex.”, she said earning an eye roll from him.

“Who cares? I don't need girls to be my friend because you are all weak.”, he said and he earned a smack from Alex which made Casey giggle forgetting that she was crying in the first place.

“You are no fun.” he huffed and walked away in annoyance.

“Don’t mind him, he's mean but he can be nice too.” Alex said awkwardly. This is the only time he and Casey were left alone, she was mostly with Serah and he was always with Jake.

Seeing her cry made his heart break, he never want to ever see her cry…. Maybe he just liked her like a sister or maybe just a little crush.

“You play with Serah, I will play with Jake. she said and ran off to the direction that he went off to.

Alex sighed dejectedly, of course Jake was the better choice, and he was the one everyone wanted to play with.

“Huh Alex, do you want to play with me?” A shy girl of about his height asked him.

“Mhmm sorry Sarah I have to watch my brother, I don't want him causing problems. he said and went off.

The loud cheers of werewolves echoed after each other. This was the 5th person that has challenged Storm Hilton this week and he has yet again conquered.

This was one thing with being a rogue, although there might be a leader but it is not permanent, anybody can challenge you to a fight and you losing to the person means death. The loser is to die.

Rogues were made like that, they were heartless, cruel and dangerous, they lack about human emotions. They are just filled with rage, power and blood thirst. It was nothing new to Storm Hilton, he has been a rogue for 10 years and he had definitely learnt things the hard way.

He was the permanent leader for the rogues which means he was always challenged to a fight and he can't refuse because such person would be seen as a coward. Nothing is more terrible than being seen as week in the packs of rogues.

Anyone could lead the rogues provided that they beat the recent leader or if the leader gives the title to someone of their choice, Kloud has been the one in charge until he knew that Storm was ready.

Storm's body has badly been damaged due to the endless life-death battles. He has sworn to himself that nothing will make him so weak and vulnerable, he would rather die than become a coward.

According to the rogue's belief, Scars are proven to be an honor in the rogue's tradition, It calls for respect. To the werewolves in the pack, it may still stupid but only rogues what it's like not being respected especially when you are wild.

“f**k!”, he groaned as he managed to wrap his lower back with the piece of cloth he tore from his closet. The rogues don't even have a pack doctor or infirmary, that's how worthless they see their life. If you can't take any small injuries or treat them yourself then you are weak.

They saw it as an insult it their being, this is a stupid rule but then again rogue care more than their pride than their life.

“Brother! Oh my God your injuries has gotten worse”, Storm’s little sister exclaimed as she barged into the room. She was the only daughter of Kloud Hilton.

Sometimes Storm wished that she wasn't born here, not that kloud and Clarissa were bad parents but they didn't deserve someone like lily.

Their first child which was a boy had died to the Hunter's attack 13 years ago at the age 10 which means the boy could have been 23 and Lily been 16 years, that's a lot of gap. So obviously she had been a mistake but Clarissa, kloud’s mate despite trying to abort the pregnancy, it didn't end up so well.

Lily knew basic fighting skills but that was all about it, the Hilton's didn't want her involved in the reality of their lives, lily was just too good for them.

“Get out!!!” he snapped at her.

“You are bleeding and you need help, I will help you with that.” she pointed out ignoring what he just said.

“Lily!” He called in a low warning tone which almost made her give up but she knew no matter what he wouldn't hurt her, he could be mean all she wants.

“I promise I will be quiet, I will just help you clean it. I will be quick, I promise.”

Before he could send her away, she walked closer to him and started dressing the wounds for him.

“You are bleeding so much.” she muttered with a shaky voice as she tried her best not to cry. How much could a small girl take seeing her dear brother risking his life every single day, she always worry about him not making it back one day.

“If you are going to cry like a weakling then just f*****g leave.” he snapped at her making her flinched as it was unexpected.

“How can I not cry? Seeing your body with different pattern of blood and scar isn't so great so please forgive me for caring for my brother.”

“Please try not to get hurt, I don't want you to die.” she said as he quickly wiped the tears that threatened to roll down. Storm almost melted but he didn't.

So innocent so weak! I wonder how you will survive when Kloud and I gets killed one day