THE LOST SON OF THE ALPHA

Chapter Three: BACK HOME

TONY’S POV~

I must admit: my sixteenth birthday was the worst in my life. It was a turning point of my life. As soon as I killed my friend, I lost my senses and later found myself beside the road, naked and severely bruised. And I knew what happened to me immediately. The folks tried to kill me. I think they beat me up until I was motionless and I transformed into a human, so they thought I was dead. And that was my luck: they did not confirm my death.

When I woke up beside the road, I stood up, feeling a lot of pain in my body. I stumbled and trudged to the bushes where I can find some place to hide myself from people’s eyes. Also I was worried that I might turn again into a wolf and cause another death, something I never wanted to do.

My body ached a lot. I examined myself and found myself covered with scars, bleeding scars that made my body ache even more! I was probably beaten up by the mob, and then I was lucky I didn’t die. Nobody would from Africa would let a killer of the innocent survive for next five minutes of the murder. In places like this is where hardened chronic criminals LOVE the police! Because the police would just arrest you, put handcuffs on your wrists and take you to the station for further lawful treatment.

But the mob is crazy! When they catch the criminal, all the pity and empathy temporary leave their souls. What they only remember is pain and loss caused by the criminal. So what they do, they kill the criminal. In whatever way, but they make sure the criminal is dead! And that is what probably happened to me, except I was not dead. And I don’t think a killer wolf would be left alive on the side of the road just to recover later and commit more murder.

I was alive for some reason. I knew it had something to do with my nature. Was I immortal? Surely, I wouldn’t be glad of that if I found out yes.

Night came. Now I was afraid I would turn into a wolf again and wander in the streets and get killed by or kill people. I kept gazing up at the sky to see if the moon was out so I could put myself under the covers of the shadows in the bushes. The moon was behind the clouds and it was still a full moon, and I knew about the relationship between the moon and the animals in the dog family. I was the wolf, and the moon was totally my great fear of turning into a wolf.

I know what you are thinking: c’mon! Why can you hate being the wolf? It’s so cool! It is shape shifting! Yes, I know it is shape shifting and shape shifting is cool. But this sucked!

The thing is, I loved people and I lived with them for my entire life until my 16th birthday, which was yesterday. I witnessed myself eating my own friend who came to support me on my birthday party. I disappointed my girlfriend whom I loved so much and I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

Hours went by and still I did not turn into a wolf. Now I was really afraid of the situation. It felt like demonic possession or something, and really, my mind fled from my head when I became a wolf. But getting afraid wasn’t helping in the fact that I was a wolf and I killed my friend. And I was not sure if I just killed one friend. I probably killed a lot more when I was a total wolf, ugh! Very haunting idea!

So I walked home passing through the bushes, avoiding the people on the road to see me. I was naked! Did I mention that? Ok, that! I found myself naked when I came into my senses, and that was the thing which made me run in the bush and hide as soon as I woke up.

Through the bushes I passed, crawling under the shadows so as the moon couldn’t betray me and ‘turn me into wolf’. Finally I reached my apartment. It was not far from where my birthday party was held. It was just two fifteen houses away. When I reached there, I didn’t get in the house at first. First I examined the area to see if people were not wandering in the place so as they wouldn’t catch me. Luckily, our streets were always empty and not many people walked during those hours of the night.

I waited until a bicycle passed by then I was sure the place was clear. I jumped from the hedge and raced to the fence of the apartment I lived in and hurriedly went for a door. This was the most embarrassing moment that day. I was still naked. I had no money with me, no phone, no clothes and worst of all, I had no keys with me.

I was confused now and I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t go to a neighbor to beg for the key because one, I was probably famous and he would turn against me; and two, our keys did not match although we lived in the same apartment. But I was glad I didn’t live with parents, because if I didn’t live alone in my room, I would be in more trouble.

There was the car on the road which seemed to slow down on our front lane. Its headlights shone and for a second the light caught me whole at my door, trying to think what to do, and then it went the other way. I was not terrified. I had no choice but to try to push the door open before the car lights were directed on me again.

I pushed the door, but it was useless. The door did not open. I was angry. I pushed harder than before and the door flew open, getting loose from its hinges and fell down inside the room. And my room remained without a door! I jumped inside and hurriedly picked up the door and roughly leaned it on the place where it had been on the first place.

I stood there, holding it firmly and wondering what had happened. I knew that door to be strong and it was totally not easy to break it like the way I did. It felt very easy and unbelievable. I looked at my hands. My arms were different from the last time I looked at them: they looked muscular and had raging veins all over! Oh no! I began to tremble, I was worried I that I was turning into a wolf again.

I raced to my wardrobe and opened the door. I chose random clothes and put them on. After covering my nakedness, I started to search for something like a phone which could help me call Fatuma and ask her what was going on to her.

Fortunately I had two phones. My other phone was hidden in my backpack, and it was just there in case my other phone got lost. And this was the right time.

When I dialed my girlfriend, she was unreachable. I called again and again but it was hard to reach her.

Suddenly I felt hungry. I suddenly felt starving and I needed something to eat immediately. I ran to my dishes and opened them all, but no dish had any food. Thirst also got my throat. I ran to the pails of drinking water which I carefully kept in the corner. When I opened them, they were all full of pure and clean water. I picked up the first and poured all the water in my mouth, minding not the large amount of water which washed over me and spilled down. It was like I was having a pail bath with my clothes on!

Still I felt thirsty, so I picked up another pail and drank all the water, most of it getting spoiled to the ground. I roared! I was surprised by my own roar, but I still didn’t care about it. I needed more water. I picked up another pail and did the same to the first two and that was my last pail of drinking water. I threw down the bucket and the hunger in my belly took chance. Hunger and thirst now. I needed to eat something very urgently and drink something hot. Making tea would cost me a lot of bad time.

I was restless. I felt really terrible. My body again began to grow in size and I fell to my knees. Then I howled!

I howled again! I couldn’t control it at all. I was a wolf now! And I needed food.

Suddenly my door fell down again as it was just leaned not permanently put, and the police ran in with their weapons ready, and they all pointed their weapons at me. Finally I had something to eat and drink! And soon my hunger and thirst would be cured. I charged.