The lone wolf's call

chapter one

*crash*

Came the sounds of glass shattering with full force as it hit the drywall behind it. This confusion was only a mere fraction of the mess and chaos that was happening within the enclosed walls of the two-bedroom apartment complex located in the poorest neighborhoods in the eastern province of Qurix. But the damages weren’t just limited to the shards of glass that now decorated the drywall like morbid confetti-no, the entire room was a testament to the fury that had swept through.

Furnitures broken and overturned, frames smashed, the thin walls pockmarked with fist sized holes and streaks of red that could only be blood. And the genesis of it all was a middle-aged man with a full set of beard on his face, and thick inky black hair that was left unkept. He looked as though he hadn’t seen, nor neared a shower in weeks, because not only did he look drunk, he smelt worst, as though he had been pulled out of a boiling pot full of strong liquor and rum, slurring over his words and actions as he yelled curses at a frail black-haired woman who stood protectively between him and the young boy behind her, using her body as a shield, she snarled at the man, barring her fangs, warning him not to get any closer. She looked nothing less to a wounded animal in that moment, her golden eyes glowed with hostility, her lip was split open and bleeding, possibly from begin attacked by the man, and her once pale, yet beautiful face was now covered in grotesque purplish bruises. Not even the clothes she wore were safe, because the red top she had on that evening had been ripped, she looked worst for ware.

“you b***h!” cursed the man, his face contorting in disgust as he stared at the woman before he lounged forward at them both again, grabbing the woman by the hair harshly this time, as he tore her away from her fourteen-year-old son, Isaac.

“NO! LET GO! AHH...” the woman growled as she thrashed about violently, scratching and kicking at the drunk. Desperately trying to free herself, but the man’s grip turned harsher, so harsh that she feared he might actually peel her scalp clean off if he pulled any harder. “WHERE IS IT? HUH…YOU FILTHY DOG! WHERE’S THE DAMN MONEY, JUNE!!??” he demanded as he continued to harass her. But the woman named June, who looked physically small refused to give up on her fight with the man who was supposedly her husband of fifteen years.

“GO TO HELL! ANOTHNY! I’M NOT GONNA GIVE YOU ANYMORE MONEY TO WASTE ON YOUR w****s!” cried June as she went straight for his face hoping to gouge the ugly bastards’ eyes out with her claws. But he only grew angrier by her defiance, and when she tried to fight back, He slapped her across the face harshly in order to get her to shut up. “DON’T f**k WITH ME, JUNE!”

June Delgado was a nurse and an only child to her parents who had long passed, her mother, from an illness and her father from heartache. Leaving her behind in this world with her son, at the mercy of this man. Anthony Delgado. The circumstances surrounding their marriage was out of poor decision making. June had been young, and naïve. And despite her parent’s warning, she had gone ahead and married this man, but it turned out he was just after the fifteen hundred hubs her parents had left her so she could further her education and hopefully have a better life than what they could have given her. If only she had listened to them then, she probably wouldn’t have been going through all the hell she was seeing now.

And to make matters worse, Anthony, a diabolical human, had discovered the secret her family had been keeping for many years already, a werewolf’s curse their ancestor had incurred for himself and his generations to come. From her great grandfather, to her grandfather, her father, and then her…it was said that the curse would often skip a generation, and June just hoped it had skipped her own son this time. But now that Anthony, this selfish and greedy man knew what she truly was he planned to squeeze her of every dime her family left in her name in order for him to not rat her out to the hunters. But June was done playing by his terms. She could endure him threatening her, but now, not only was he a threat to her, but her son as well.

The violence proceeded as the estranged couples continued to trade words, and the man named Anthony continued to beat his wife, trying to get her to submit to his demands, but she didn’t.

Enraged by the sight of his mother being abused by his father, Lucas gritted his teeth and the veins around his eyes and on the back of his hands bulged. His forest green eyes suddenly started to glow like yellow ambers and his breathing became labored and uneven. His entire body felt as though it were being burned, as though something was trying to tear out of his chest and grabbing Anthony from the back. Desperately trying to free his mother.

Seven long years had gone by since Isaac tapped into his werewolf powers and undergoing his first transformation. Anthony had taken his drunk ass out of the house, running away from his own family -monster’s- that what he had called them.

But it was alright, as long as he wouldn’t come back, Isaac would have gladly mauled his father a billion times over, and with Anthony was finally out of their lives, June decided it was better to move her and her son away from qurix, it was no longer safe for them to be around, and to make things that more complicated , it seemed as though some of the hunter’s had started to suspect and investigate their movement’s, it would have only been a matter of time until she was discovered and the last thing she wanted was a silver bullet in her back and that of her son. Unfortunately, June had fallen sick almost immediately after the move. And now at twenty-one, Isaac took it as his duty to take care of her, juggling between school and jobs so he could make her comfortable. But with the kind of reputation he had built for himself, it was kind of hard to keep jobs for more than two months. After seeing his mother struggle in a loveless and oppressive marriage, Isaac valued his own ability to make his own choices and live his own life. He was the kind who valued his freedom, and if he felt a boss was smoldering him, he wouldn’t think twice to give a piece of his mind to them, unfortunately, four out of the six altercations were more or less physical. Some of which landed him in prison from time to time. Although he was an excellent student, his rebellious nature often gotten him into more troubles than he hoped for.