My Destined Mate

Marcus POV 17 years ago…. This is how everything began. It was on my 15th birthday, a special day and I was supposed to be with my friends who were already planning how to celebrate it. Everything was planned. We were supposed to be at the canyon, have some bonfire and have some drinks even though we were under age. But something felt off, I could feel the air change. My friends called in but I told them I wasn't feeling too well. I could feel my heart beat fast, my blood surging hot in my veins as if looking for an outlet to escape. “Marcus! What's wrong with you?” My mother's voice pierced through the silent room as she opened the door. I stood by the window and held the edge tightly. “I just need to be alone right now, Mom." "If he wishes so, then let him be.” Says my father who was now standing beside my mom by the door. My father had never shown me an atom of love nor care about my well-being. He has been like this ever since I was born. I wonder why he hates me so much. My heart raced faster in my chest. I felt uneasy. My hands trembled and sweat began to break from my forehead. I hated the way I felt. It was like something was trying to force its way out of my mind. And then suddenly, I could hear distant noise, smell everything both near and far. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself but it was no use. “What's happening to me?” I muttered to myself. “Let's go.” says my dad. They both left and headed towards the parlor but I could hear their voices as if they were close to me. “Something is wrong with him, don't you think, Richard?" My mom whispered to my father. And I could hear them clearly as daylight. “He is nothing but a spoiled brat." Says my father. " Nothing is wrong with him.” he scoffed. I became angry at his words. I was fiercely upset with passion. My heart beat faster. The moon hung just above my head and it made me feel cold. It shouldn't be the full moon yet. Yeah, I know that I am a werewolf but not until I turn 18 years of age, I can't bring out my wolf. “For all I can remember, I have been an obedient child. I have never gone against his commands." I mutter to myself. I guess I am not good enough for him. My father kept spitting bad words against me. "He is worthless trash. Good for nothing child.” He fumes. " He wouldn't even last a day out there.” I cling to the window ledge, my fingers digging deep into it. A low growl escaped my lips. I turned and headed towards the door. My vision blurred as I could only see red. I am done fearing and hiding. I opened the door and stormed down the parlor where my parents were both seated. Every word that escaped my father's lips made me angrier. My blood was boiling hot. I stood aggressively in front of them without minding the intimate moment they were sharing. My mom was startled and screamed. Dad was a bit shocked to see me. “What… what the fuvk is this…” he whispered, his eyes locked into mine. I stared back at him with agonizing pain as I felt my bone cracking. “Dad, I am not trash. I am not a disobedient child." I yelled at my Dad not minding how i sound or the consequences. I could not recognize my voice either. Dad stood up but staggered backwards, his eyes looking up at me. “How dare you talk to me like that, Marcus." Dad roared. " What the hell are you?” His eyes kept looking up at me. But why is he looking up? My dad is tall, taller than me but how come he is looking up at me. “You keep calling me worthless. Why do you hate me so much father?" I growled again. I can't recognize my voice anymore. “Cynthia, what has your child become? I told you he is a freak." Says my Dad to my mother. My father is the Alpha of our pack. He is strong and very aggressive. But he is a good leader. My father's words made me more angrier which made me lunged at him. It was like I was possessed because I wasn't in control of myself. It was like a film, I could see everything but I wasn't in control of my actions. Suddenly, everything went blank. All I could see was darkness and the faint voice of my mother. An hour later, I regained my conscience. My body was lying on the cold wooden floor, I was naked and soaked in blood. I slowly opened my eyes and scanned the room. Bodies were shredded and stained in pools of blood. Signs stained with blood were on the walls. I jerked up in horror at the sight of the scene before my eyes. All I could remember was me attacking my father. Then, what happened to my mother? Then I spotted a hand, lifeless hand beside the upturned bed. I quickly rushed towards it, it was Mom's hand, i recognized the wedding ring on her finger. “No…no no. How…” I mutter with agony. “How did… how… Why did I attack you Mom?” My heart thundered in my chest heavily. Regrets filled me as I sob, holding my dead mother in my arms. How I wish I could reverse time. I just murdered my parents. I am a murderer. Even though I could not remember anything or how it happened, one thing was right. I am a thrash now, a disobedient child and a freak. Dad was right. I shouldn't be shifting now until I am eighteen. How did I do it? This is my first shift and my first murder. And certainly, not the very last….