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Saying he was new to this was an understatement. It actually felt as if he had to learn how to live again, functioning as this new secret being that he didn't know he was. John was trying to seem cool about it, to show that he was on terms with this good reality but the truth was he was absolutely dumbfounded. He didn't hate it, who would actually? Being stronger, faster, living for so long but yet something felt completely wrong. It was as if his own body didn't really belong to him anymore but it was slowly being overtaken by a power that was awakening inside of him.
Mika and Philip had talked to him about it. The root of the curse, the truth about the beast that took the form of a beautiful wolf. He would have to fight it everyday, keep it at bay so he wouldn't lose himself. That was the most scary aspect of the rest. He would have to be in a constant battle with something inside of him he didn't even know that well, a curse, a demon of some kind that was born on the day he got beaten.
He had spent hours and hours thinking about it. How he should approach this matter, how to calm down his fear but the more he started questioning himself the more he realized that he didn't have any of the answers and this vagueness of his life was enough to have him tortured by a constant headache.
He had always been a pretty straightforward person but he acknowledged that as he stepped into this new world this would not pass. Everyone seemed to talk in riddles afraid to reveal too many of their secrets. His boss had been so distant before, exactly that, a riddle he wanted to solve but now he could only see him as pitiful and that made John's heart break.
Sometimes he wished he could go back, not because he didn't like being a werewolf, he still hadn't really understood what that brought with him but because that way he wouldn't have to witness Kai's pain. He couldn't stop seeing his pain, his eyes as he looked at Philip and he could only wish now that he was a part too of some written destiny that when he turned twenty he would have to go through such a tragedy. He couldn't believe that his Boss almost died in front of his eyes and that actually someone of his own kind had caused it. That meant he would be able to do it too, to his mother, his brother, his neighbor. He only needed one moment and just a sprinkle of bad luck and his whole world would be ruined.
That was why John had swore to himself. He would never lose control. No matter how much self restraint it took he would not get angry, he would not get emotional and he would learn to numb himself so he would never hurt anyone. Mika and Philip had told him that his thoughts were simply utopic, something as controlling himself all the time was never going to happen, adding their irrational and hotblooded nature John's beliefs sounded simply like daydreaming.
"I can do it…" He mumbled as he walked back to his own apartment. He had left Kai a while ago and had aimlessly strolled in the busy streets, seeing the colorful cars pass him by while he walked on the dirty pavement. He kicked a few empty bottles, he had even gotten a cup of coffee for himself, warming up his fingertips before he drank it just so he could organize the mess he called his thoughts.
He could remember every single one of the people that were in the room and the way they looked at Kai. Their expressions, the way they talked and reacted. John was a background character but still he didn't mind it. He could observe and learn. Mika was questionable, Lun was a great friend, Philip was immature, Kai was broken and Soran...this new person that had just appeared, he was simply stunning.
John's cheeks blushed at the thought. He knew this was not the kind of result he should have ended up with as he thought of him, categorizing him the same way he did with the rest but he couldn't forget him.
The moment he had seen his boss for the first time he had sworn that there was no other guy as attractive as him. As it seemed he was wrong. Soran, in his eyes, looked so ethereal. His snow white hair, his eyes where you couldn't separate the iris from the pupil. Soran's nose had a small bump in it at the top, giving it a very different shape that somehow made him even more attractive. What John had come to like the most about him though was his aura, if he could even describe it like that.
He seemed so calm, the way he talked with always a lingering smile on his face and the gentleness of his words. John had never seen someone like him before. If Kai looked like an ice prince he was like a fairytale king, the one that always saved the princess, kind and pure.
The young werewolf slapped his cheeks, wanting to stop himself from his kind of romantic daydreaming.
"He likes Kai, it's obvious." he reminded himself that he had no hope at all. He frowned. He would never be able to compare with someone as Kai, or any of the other supernatural creatures he had seen. He was miserably and completely normal. "It's fine. You will get a mate too and they will have to love you even if you're mediocre." he told himself and clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I am talking to myself. Well that's normal." he mumbled as he took a turn.
His house was a few meters away just at the end and then on the left of that narrow alley. His town was like a maze, narrow and dark roads smelling of questionable things and barely any light. Usually he opened his phone's flashlight so he would be able to see but ever science he turned into a wolf his sight had become a lot better in the darkness. One of the perks he assumed.
So he walked in the alley, feeling a bit colder like always and heard his shoes dive into a puddle of what seemed to be mud water. He screeched, disgusted and shook his leg, trying to get away as much water as he could before he felt it reach his shock. It was the worst kind of feeling and it was even more horrible because what he had stepped in would remain a forever mystery. He sighed, deciding not to think about it and took a step forward, seeing the end of the alley.
As he approached the exit, just a few steps away from the so-called finish line a figure appeared, kind of blurred out by the light behind it. John squeezed his eyes, the characteristics of the person becoming clearer and he gasped. He took a step back, wary, realizing he needed to run but his back landed on something, or better described someone. His breath got stuck on his throat, becoming instantly anxious.
"Hello there" a familiar face said and the person in front of him approached him. "Didn't think you would survive my bite." he told him and John came face to face with the same blood thirsty eyes that had taken his old life away from him.
"Surprise!" John exclaimed. He had never hated anyone. This guy though, he despised him. "I am going home so please move along." he said, trying to hide the fact that he was scared. Behind him, stopping him from running away was one of those tall twins, he didn't remember their names.
"That is not possible. You see, our Alpha is dying to meet you so like the kind and loyal person I am, I came to get you. I figured an invitation wouldn't be enough." Brandon said and John scoffed. He was scared of teenagers.
"Sad to let you know that you came for nothing. I had a tough day so move." he said and attempted to walk past him when he felt the other guy grab him. Sam or August? He couldn't stop wondering and it was irking him. "Let me go!" John exclaimed, images from his last capture flashing before his eyes. He pushed his body, resulting in him raising his legs and kicking Brandon right in the stomach. The younger boy, surprised, stumbled back and coughed.
"So we won't be doing this the nice way, are we?" He asked and John smiled. They were teens. How hard could it be?
He tried to release himself but as it seemed the minion was stronger than it looked. He pushed John into the dirty wall and grabbed him front the back of his short hair making him gasp as he felt the skin of his scalp being pulled.
"Two against one is not that fair. Afraid you would lose?" John provoked the boy's ego and Brandon signaled his friend to let go of him. He pushed John, making him land on his knees a few seconds right before he got kicked in the face by the mastermind.
"Why does it always have to be me?" he whined, realizing that there was no way he would win as he felt the metallic taste of his own blood invade his mouth.
"I guess you're just too unlucky." Brandon said with a wide smile as he grabbed him from the collar and raised him up. He pushed him again into the wall and wrapped his palm around his neck, suffocating him as he landed a punch on his nose. "Didn't you want to put up a fight? Huh?" he asked him as he punched him again and again.
"The Alpha wants him alive." The other boy reminded him and for a second a little hope ignited inside him.
It was soon put to rest though. Brandon was frowning, dissatisfied with his friend's observation.
"Fine. Let's go back, shall we?" he asked John and grabbed his head, smacking it on the brick wall and making him fall unconscious.
The idea that he could even fight them, those who were born werewolves while he was literally a baby was ridiculous.. Maybe they should have sent an invitation.
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Saying he was new to this was an understatement. It actually felt as if he had to learn how to live again, functioning as this new secret being that he didn't know he was. John was trying to seem cool about it, to show that he was on terms with this good reality but the truth was he was absolutely dumbfounded. He didn't hate it, who would actually? Being stronger, faster, living for so long but yet something felt completely wrong. It was as if his own body didn't really belong to him anymore but it was slowly being overtaken by a power that was awakening inside of him.
Mika and Philip had talked to him about it. The root of the curse, the truth about the beast that took the form of a beautiful wolf. He would have to fight it everyday, keep it at bay so he wouldn't lose himself. That was the most scary aspect of the rest. He would have to be in a constant battle with something inside of him he didn't even know that well, a curse, a demon of some kind that was born on the day he got beaten.
He had spent hours and hours thinking about it. How he should approach this matter, how to calm down his fear but the more he started questioning himself the more he realized that he didn't have any of the answers and this vagueness of his life was enough to have him tortured by a constant headache.
He had always been a pretty straightforward person but he acknowledged that as he stepped into this new world this would not pass. Everyone seemed to talk in riddles afraid to reveal too many of their secrets. His boss had been so distant before, exactly that, a riddle he wanted to solve but now he could only see him as pitiful and that made John's heart break.
Sometimes he wished he could go back, not because he didn't like being a werewolf, he still hadn't really understood what that brought with him but because that way he wouldn't have to witness Kai's pain. He couldn't stop seeing his pain, his eyes as he looked at Philip and he could only wish now that he was a part too of some written destiny that when he turned twenty he would have to go through such a tragedy. He couldn't believe that his Boss almost died in front of his eyes and that actually someone of his own kind had caused it. That meant he would be able to do it too, to his mother, his brother, his neighbor. He only needed one moment and just a sprinkle of bad luck and his whole world would be ruined.
That was why John had swore to himself. He would never lose control. No matter how much self restraint it took he would not get angry, he would not get emotional and he would learn to numb himself so he would never hurt anyone. Mika and Philip had told him that his thoughts were simply utopic, something as controlling himself all the time was never going to happen, adding their irrational and hotblooded nature John's beliefs sounded simply like daydreaming.
"I can do it…" He mumbled as he walked back to his own apartment. He had left Kai a while ago and had aimlessly strolled in the busy streets, seeing the colorful cars pass him by while he walked on the dirty pavement. He kicked a few empty bottles, he had even gotten a cup of coffee for himself, warming up his fingertips before he drank it just so he could organize the mess he called his thoughts.
He could remember every single one of the people that were in the room and the way they looked at Kai. Their expressions, the way they talked and reacted. John was a background character but still he didn't mind it. He could observe and learn. Mika was questionable, Lun was a great friend, Philip was immature, Kai was broken and Soran...this new person that had just appeared, he was simply stunning.
John's cheeks blushed at the thought. He knew this was not the kind of result he should have ended up with as he thought of him, categorizing him the same way he did with the rest but he couldn't forget him.
The moment he had seen his boss for the first time he had sworn that there was no other guy as attractive as him. As it seemed he was wrong. Soran, in his eyes, looked so ethereal. His snow white hair, his eyes where you couldn't separate the iris from the pupil. Soran's nose had a small bump in it at the top, giving it a very different shape that somehow made him even more attractive. What John had come to like the most about him though was his aura, if he could even describe it like that.
He seemed so calm, the way he talked with always a lingering smile on his face and the gentleness of his words. John had never seen someone like him before. If Kai looked like an ice prince he was like a fairytale king, the one that always saved the princess, kind and pure.
The young werewolf slapped his cheeks, wanting to stop himself from his kind of romantic daydreaming.
"He likes Kai, it's obvious." he reminded himself that he had no hope at all. He frowned. He would never be able to compare with someone as Kai, or any of the other supernatural creatures he had seen. He was miserably and completely normal. "It's fine. You will get a mate too and they will have to love you even if you're mediocre." he told himself and clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I am talking to myself. Well that's normal." he mumbled as he took a turn.
His house was a few meters away just at the end and then on the left of that narrow alley. His town was like a maze, narrow and dark roads smelling of questionable things and barely any light. Usually he opened his phone's flashlight so he would be able to see but ever science he turned into a wolf his sight had become a lot better in the darkness. One of the perks he assumed.
So he walked in the alley, feeling a bit colder like always and heard his shoes dive into a puddle of what seemed to be mud water. He screeched, disgusted and shook his leg, trying to get away as much water as he could before he felt it reach his shock. It was the worst kind of feeling and it was even more horrible because what he had stepped in would remain a forever mystery. He sighed, deciding not to think about it and took a step forward, seeing the end of the alley.
As he approached the exit, just a few steps away from the so-called finish line a figure appeared, kind of blurred out by the light behind it. John squeezed his eyes, the characteristics of the person becoming clearer and he gasped. He took a step back, wary, realizing he needed to run but his back landed on something, or better described someone. His breath got stuck on his throat, becoming instantly anxious.
"Hello there" a familiar face said and the person in front of him approached him. "Didn't think you would survive my bite." he told him and John came face to face with the same blood thirsty eyes that had taken his old life away from him.
"Surprise!" John exclaimed. He had never hated anyone. This guy though, he despised him. "I am going home so please move along." he said, trying to hide the fact that he was scared. Behind him, stopping him from running away was one of those tall twins, he didn't remember their names.
"That is not possible. You see, our Alpha is dying to meet you so like the kind and loyal person I am, I came to get you. I figured an invitation wouldn't be enough." Brandon said and John scoffed. He was scared of teenagers.
"Sad to let you know that you came for nothing. I had a tough day so move." he said and attempted to walk past him when he felt the other guy grab him. Sam or August? He couldn't stop wondering and it was irking him. "Let me go!" John exclaimed, images from his last capture flashing before his eyes. He pushed his body, resulting in him raising his legs and kicking Brandon right in the stomach. The younger boy, surprised, stumbled back and coughed.
"So we won't be doing this the nice way, are we?" He asked and John smiled. They were teens. How hard could it be?
He tried to release himself but as it seemed the minion was stronger than it looked. He pushed John into the dirty wall and grabbed him front the back of his short hair making him gasp as he felt the skin of his scalp being pulled.
"Two against one is not that fair. Afraid you would lose?" John provoked the boy's ego and Brandon signaled his friend to let go of him. He pushed John, making him land on his knees a few seconds right before he got kicked in the face by the mastermind.
"Why does it always have to be me?" he whined, realizing that there was no way he would win as he felt the metallic taste of his own blood invade his mouth.
"I guess you're just too unlucky." Brandon said with a wide smile as he grabbed him from the collar and raised him up. He pushed him again into the wall and wrapped his palm around his neck, suffocating him as he landed a punch on his nose. "Didn't you want to put up a fight? Huh?" he asked him as he punched him again and again.
"The Alpha wants him alive." The other boy reminded him and for a second a little hope ignited inside him.
It was soon put to rest though. Brandon was frowning, dissatisfied with his friend's observation.
"Fine. Let's go back, shall we?" he asked John and grabbed his head, smacking it on the brick wall and making him fall unconscious.
The idea that he could even fight them, those who were born werewolves while he was literally a baby was ridiculous.. Maybe they should have sent an invitation.
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You can read the novel online free at novelhall.com or SweetNovel.NetSaying he was new to this was an understatement. It actually felt as if he had to learn how to live again, functioning as this new secret being that he didn't know he was. John was trying to seem cool about it, to show that he was on terms with this good reality but the truth was he was absolutely dumbfounded. He didn't hate it, who would actually? Being stronger, faster, living for so long but yet something felt completely wrong. It was as if his own body didn't really belong to him anymore but it was slowly being overtaken by a power that was awakening inside of him. Mika and Philip had talked to him about it. The root of the curse, the truth about the beast that took the form of a beautiful wolf. He would have to fight it everyday, keep it at bay so he wouldn't lose himself. That was the most scary aspect of the rest. He would have to be in a constant battle with something inside of him he didn't even know that well, a curse, a demon of some kind that was born on the day he got beaten. He had spent hours and hours thinking about it. How he should approach this matter, how to calm down his fear but the more he started questioning himself the more he realized that he didn't have any of the answers and this vagueness of his life was enough to have him tortured by a constant headache. He had always been a pretty straightforward person but he acknowledged that as he stepped into this new world this would not pass. Everyone seemed to talk in riddles afraid to reveal too many of their secrets. His boss had been so distant before, exactly that, a riddle he wanted to solve but now he could only see him as pitiful and that made John's heart break. Sometimes he wished he could go back, not because he didn't like being a werewolf, he still hadn't really understood what that brought with him but because that way he wouldn't have to witness Kai's pain. He couldn't stop seeing his pain, his eyes as he looked at Philip and he could only wish now that he was a part too of some written destiny that when he turned twenty he would have to go through such a tragedy. He couldn't believe that his Boss almost died in front of his eyes and that actually someone of his own kind had caused it. That meant he would be able to do it too, to his mother, his brother, his neighbor. He only needed one moment and just a sprinkle of bad luck and his whole world would be ruined. That was why John had swore to himself. He would never lose control. No matter how much self restraint it took he would not get angry, he would not get emotional and he would learn to numb himself so he would never hurt anyone. Mika and Philip had told him that his thoughts were simply utopic, something as controlling himself all the time was never going to happen, adding their irrational and hotblooded nature John's beliefs sounded simply like daydreaming. "I can do it" He mumbled as he walked back to his own apartment. He had left Kai a while ago and had aimlessly strolled in the busy streets, seeing the colorful cars pass him by while he walked on the dirty pavement. He kicked a few empty bottles, he had even gotten a cup of coffee for himself, warming up his fingertips before he drank it just so he could organize the mess he called his thoughts. He could remember every single one of the people that were in the room and the way they looked at Kai. Their expressions, the way they talked and reacted. John was a background character but still he didn't mind it. He could observe and learn. Mika was questionable, Lun was a great friend, Philip was immature, Kai was broken and Soran...this new person that had just appeared, he was simply stunning. John's cheeks blushed at the thought. He knew this was not the kind of result he should have ended up with as he thought of him, categorizing him the same way he did with the rest but he couldn't forget him. The moment he had seen his boss for the first time he had sworn that there was no other guy as attractive as him. As it seemed he was wrong. Soran, in his eyes, looked so ethereal. His snow white hair, his eyes where you couldn't separate the iris from the pupil. Soran's nose had a small bump in it at the top, giving it a very different shape that somehow made him even more attractive. What John had come to like the most about him though was his aura, if he could even describe it like that. He seemed so calm, the way he talked with always a lingering smile on his face and the gentleness of his words. John had never seen someone like him before. If Kai looked like an ice prince he was like a fairytale king, the one that always saved the princess, kind and pure. The young werewolf slapped his cheeks, wanting to stop himself from his kind of romantic daydreaming. "He likes Kai, it's obvious." he reminded himself that he had no hope at all. He frowned. He would never be able to compare with someone as Kai, or any of the other supernatural creatures he had seen. He was miserably and completely normal. "It's fine. You will get a mate too and they will have to love you even if you're mediocre." he told himself and clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I am talking to myself. Well that's normal." he mumbled as he took a turn. His house was a few meters away just at the end and then on the left of that narrow alley. His town was like a maze, narrow and dark roads smelling of questionable things and barely any light. Usually he opened his phone's flashlight so he would be able to see but ever science he turned into a wolf his sight had become a lot better in the darkness. One of the perks he assumed. So he walked in the alley, feeling a bit colder like always and heard his shoes dive into a puddle of what seemed to be mud water. He screeched, disgusted and shook his leg, trying to get away as much water as he could before he felt it reach his shock. It was the worst kind of feeling and it was even more horrible because what he had stepped in would remain a forever mystery. He sighed, deciding not to think about it and took a step forward, seeing the end of the alley. As he approached the exit, just a few steps away from the so-called finish line a figure appeared, kind of blurred out by the light behind it. John squeezed his eyes, the characteristics of the person becoming clearer and he gasped. He took a step back, wary, realizing he needed to run but his back landed on something, or better described someone. His breath got stuck on his throat, becoming instantly anxious. "Hello there" a familiar face said and the person in front of him approached him. "Didn't think you would survive my bite." he told him and John came face to face with the same blood thirsty eyes that had taken his old life away from him. "Surprise!" John exclaimed. He had never hated anyone. This guy though, he despised him. "I am going home so please move along." he said, trying to hide the fact that he was scared. Behind him, stopping him from running away was one of those tall twins, he didn't remember their names. "That is not possible. You see, our Alpha is dying to meet you so like the kind and loyal person I am, I came to get you. I figured an invitation wouldn't be enough." Brandon said and John scoffed. He was scared of teenagers. "Sad to let you know that you came for nothing. I had a tough day so move." he said and attempted to walk past him when he felt the other guy grab him. Sam or August? He couldn't stop wondering and it was irking him. "Let me go!" John exclaimed, images from his last capture flashing before his eyes. He pushed his body, resulting in him raising his legs and kicking Brandon right in the stomach. The younger boy, surprised, stumbled back and coughed. "So we won't be doing this the nice way, are we?" He asked and John smiled. They were teens. How hard could it be? He tried to release himself but as it seemed the minion was stronger than it looked. He pushed John into the dirty wall and grabbed him front the back of his short hair making him gasp as he felt the skin of his scalp being pulled. "Two against one is not that fair. Afraid you would lose?" John provoked the boy's ego and Brandon signaled his friend to let go of him. He pushed John, making him land on his knees a few seconds right before he got kicked in the face by the mastermind. "Why does it always have to be me?" he whined, realizing that there was no way he would win as he felt the metallic taste of his own blood invade his mouth. "I guess you're just too unlucky." Brandon said with a wide smile as he grabbed him from the collar and raised him up. He pushed him again into the wall and wrapped his palm around his neck, suffocating him as he landed a punch on his nose. "Didn't you want to put up a fight? Huh?" he asked him as he punched him again and again. "The Alpha wants him alive." The other boy reminded him and for a second a little hope ignited inside him. It was soon put to rest though. Brandon was frowning, dissatisfied with his friend's observation. "Fine. Let's go back, shall we?" he asked John and grabbed his head, smacking it on the brick wall and making him fall unconscious. The idea that he could even fight them, those who were born werewolves while he was literally a baby was ridiculous.. Maybe they should have sent an invitation. Read novel fast updates at novelhall.com or SweetNovel.Net
