THE LOST SON OF THE ALPHA

TONY’S POV~ “Aren’t you feeling nervous?” Fatuma, my girlfriend asked me while her arm struggling to wrap around my body. “No, honey!” I chuckled, “I never been nervous in my birthday parties. Besides, I’m turning sixteen, almost an adult now.” And I chuckled again. We were in my dressing room where I was getting ready for the party, and Fatuma was going to be my birthday girl. She was right to ask me if I was nervous or what because I never had a girl before and she was my first one. She was so special to me that I never saw other girls… I never saw another girl as beautiful as Fatuma. The room we were in was candle lit and the lamps shone faintly. Soft music plays in the background and made the place look even lovelier than I expected it to be, especially with Fatuma around. Fatuma finally slid her arm around me and that pulled her nearer to me and her hand started stroking my back. She was not too short, but I was slightly taller than her and she one day admitted that she loved it. I also pulled her nearer and pressed her body into mine, making her lovely rich chest to touch mine, which somehow arose the feelings I had in me, and I felt more love to her washing over me even more. Fatuma looked in my eyes with her beautiful, sleeping eyes and smiled. Her right hand moved up to my lips and she touched my cheeks, the way a mother would look in her son’s eyes and the way she would hold his cheeks to soothe him down. And to Fatuma that worked. She real healed all my injuries. I felt freer with her, and I was ready to do whatever she wanted. Because sge seemed to give all her love. “Being nervous is not my thing.” I said softly but bravely. She giggled and pulled my mouth toward hers, and we had a long, sweet kiss. We kissed for a long time until we were out of breath and we let go of each other and laughed. Since it was our first love, we acted like kids every time. Even when we were on bed sometimes we played instead of doing what was supposed to be done. I know only few will understand me. “Okay babe,” said Fatuma, “You will have to go first.” She told me and motioned me to go to the hall where our other friends from the college were waiting for us. As I started to move, Fatuma suddenly stopped me. “Tony, wait!” She called me and I stopped slightly and turned around to see why she was calling me. She moved to where I was and started straightening my collar and looking at me in a mirror way. Then she touched my hair to see if it was as soft as it was supposed to be. I smiled because no many girls care about their boyfriends’ hair in Africa. Maybe just because we Africans have short hair and our hair gets soft only when it is washed, brushed and well combed. After she was done with checking me, I walked to the hall for my surprise, and when I reached to the door of the dressing room, I turned and looked back at her. She waved and I waved to her. Then I entered the hall. The big roar of SURPRISE!!! My friends rose from under the couches with different presents in their hands. Not all were literally my friends, others came there to support Fatuma as she was going to be my birthday girl. But also other friends came to support their friends who came to support me. So the party was kind of big and warm. “Thank you guys!” I said waving my hands to my friend in the appreciative way, feeling extra-happy inside. This was the big party I ever had before, because the past birthday parties I had had were dumb since no friends attended, except my family members! And when I say family I mean my adopted family. As I walked toward the special pair of chairs prepared for me and my girlfriend, I suddenly felt something in my body. It was a feeling I couldn’t remember feeling before – it was like an extreme shock mixed with some undefined sickness. For this I stood still and felt it fade away. Luckily it did not last for more than five seconds. When it finally ended, I realized my fists were clenched hard and I was shaking slightly. Then I realized that my friends were all quiet suddenly. That made the situation look stranger. I didn’t understand what was going on. I walked the rest of the way to the chairs with no friends cheering at me and all their smiles were gone, and they looked at me as if they were looking at the ghost. But as I walked, I felt lighter and stronger than the last time I had walked. My small paces seemed not enough for me and I felt like running wildly to my chair. But I controlled myself and finally reached to the chairs. That is when Kasemo, my old friend seemed to shake off the shock and bring other friends to life. He announced: “There sat our baby, and now ladies and gentlemen,” he pointed to the door leading to the dressing room, “get ready for our baby girl!” And it worked! My friends cheered! They clapped and turned their faces away from me and directed them to the dressing room door. And as they did so, Fatuma, my beloved and my one and only love came out. Her sexy figure looked even hotter in the dress she was wearing. Her dress was white, short and its hem only reached her thighs, and half of her thighs were clearly seen. The dress was so sexy it made me feel tingly and I felt like going up to her and help her down! She walked slowly, bridegroom way, and approached the chairs. She smiled to everyone and waved as if she was the birthday girl herself. But she was not. That was my birthday and not hers. Fatuma walked stylishly, letting her sexy figure sway with her motion. Her hips were a little wider and her butt was mind blowing. She had a moderate sized butt which matched her chest. And her shape is among the things that made me live her more and value her, and feel proud of her. When she approached our chairs and looked on my face, her smile suddenly died. Her smile rapidly turned from the happy smile to a wary look of sock and fear. She looked at me for a long minute before looking back at friends as if for advice. Their eyes seemed to tell her, just sit there on the chair, if you value your own safety! I was now confused. But suddenly, a relieving idea got into my head and I right away thought that it was all a prank. Maybe they planned to me such a prank so as to make me become afraid of myself on my own birthday! I decided to believe that. Fatuma sat beside me and held my hand. But her hand was trembling and she brought it over mine in such care that she almost freaked me out. She looked me on the face, her expression sour and she looked really afraid. Her eyes darted from my right eye to my left eye and back again for many times. I did not ask her any question for I still did not know what the hell was going on. “Tony, are you okay?” Fatuma asked me in a shaking voice. “What’s wrong?” I asked, but suddenly I realized that my voice had changed too and I sounded like I had throat problems. My voice sounded dangerous. My girlfriend gasped when I spoke and she winced backwards. I felt really bad for that. It looked like it wasn’t a prank after all. I was going through the undefined bad condition. I didn’t want to scare my beloved girlfriend, nor did I want to scare my friends. All I wanted was to throw a big, real party the town had ever seen! But now things were going worse. “Babe, your voice!” Fatuma told me in fear, “And your face!” “What’s in my face?” I asked, my voice still sounding dangerous. “Just go and look yourself in the mirror!” Fatuma insisted and I did not wait for another word, I stood up and headed for the lavatory. “Excuse me friends,” I said to my gaping friends, “I will be back in no time. It’s a little emergency!” My voice made all of my friends to gasp loudly. It was deadly. As I walked, I felt even stronger. And slowly the shock feeling I felt previously was coming back to me. Now I didn’t want it to happen again in front of my friends and Fatuma. So I ran. I never forgot the speed I used to run from the hall to the bathroom. I literally ran for only TWO seconds, and I was in the lavatory! Now I began to feel mad of myself. I wanted to make my birthday better for me and Fatuma. But this situation of mine was ruining everything. I was gaining new things in my body: new strength, new speed, new voice and actually new friends’ expressions! I ran to the mirror to do what my girlfriend bade me to do. I looked in the mirror and stiffened a yelp: I was a nightmare! My face was rough with strong muscles and nerves stretched on it. My eyes were blue!!! Not many Africans have blue eyes, and if they are there, they are just those born from mixed races – maybe a white mom and a black dad. But my parents were… wait, uh! I don’t know my parents! I was born somewhere I don’t know and I grew up in different adopted family, and I spent like two years at the orphanage before I had my first family. My hair was now very rough like that of the son of Bigfoot. I wondered why that was happening to me. What was I becoming? I showed my teeth and Jesus Christ!!! I had fangs now! They were not fangs of a vampire. They were some kind of the fangs of a dog. But these were not of a dog, they were the fangs of a wolf!!! I gasped. I almost ran away from the mirror. I was like looking at someone else in the mirror. That was not me, I thought. Suddenly, my arms felt tight as if the muscles were growing faster and abnormally. My chest felt huge and it widened and tore away my shirt’s front part. I was now panicked. Whatever I was becoming, I HATED it. So I decided to go back to the hall and tell my friends that the party was postponed till next year, and take my girlfriend and run away with her. When I entered the hall, all my friends turned towards me and one look was enough. They all shrieked in terror and started running out. But I wanted to tell them that I wasn’t dangerous and they needed to calm down. I tried to shout to them so as they settle down. But wonder what: my announcement came out as a roar! My girlfriend shrieked too and joined my friends in finding the way out. I was angry now. I didn’t want anyone to get out of the room until they understood I was still their friend. But the shock feeling was slowly getting in my head and I was slowly starting to think blur! My body now was beginning to be covered with fur! And that is when I understood that I was turning into a wolf! I raced to the door and blocked it so nobody was able to get out. I roared hardly but in some way I managed to say some words though in a roaring tone: “Don’t get out!” I roared, “I am not dangerous!” I guess my friend might had heard, “don’t get out! You are delicious!” Because they increased their shriek and struggled for the window. As they ran, one of my friends wanted to save his fellows. He picked up the knife which was supposed to cut my cake and threw it at me. My mind now was not so clear, so I couldn’t dodge it and it pinned me in my left shoulder. With reflex, I ran to the guy and what I last remember, I swallowed his head and tore him into pieces. And I howled…