Primalcraft: Crimes of the Father (Book 3)

Chapter 3

(The above picture is of the old man, Harrison Gladstone. Enjoy chapter 3!)

Seeing the guys fall over was painful, the girls were kicking their asses and the boys were more than willing to be tackled. Jaxon just stared, wondering how this year is going to shape up to be while glancing at his brother, Kai who looked like he wanted to drink himself into a stupor.

"Ladies!" Kai shouted and every girl turned toward Kai who groaned. "The other ladies."

Now the eyes turned toward the guys who were scratching their heads with silly grins on their faces.

"How about you don't act like asses and actually try to play rugby, or go fetch some water for those who do?"

Before coach Kai finished, all the guys rush off the field to get water for the girls, and Kai's veins were pulsing on his forehead as he grabbed onto the horny teenage guys and threw them back at the field.

Watching the guys flying, Jaxon tensed when he sensed three unknown people walking over. Two were wolves, one was a human. One of the wolves had the scent of an Alpha. Nightmane growled, not liking a rival alpha among his pack. Turning around to glare, he soon met two yellow glowing eyes, light that soon faded into two chestnut-colored ones. The old man stood there, unshaved and with a cigar in his mouth, like an old sailor, and grinned at Jaxon.

"Isn't that Lil'Jax? You have grown tall since the last time I saw you," the old man said with a husky voice and Jaxon rushed over, lifting the old man into the air. "Easy on my creaky bones, lad."

"You have always been old, uncle Harrison," Jaxon chuckled, but carefully put the man down before turning towards the other familiar face. Wallace Gladstone, Harrison Gladstone's son, smiled back at him. Being a copy of his father in his younger days, though Wallace didn't garner as many muscles as Harrison had done. Now, the difference was more noticeable by Wallace having his raven hair neatly stylized and fashionable clothes compared to his father who looked like he did all of that on his own.

"Wallace," Jaxon said hitting his old friend over the back only to almost knock his grinning friend over.

"Jax, you turned out to be a dumb jock. I always knew you would get stuck chasing a ball," Wallace said, brushing off his clothes.

Smelling the air, Jaxon cocked an eyebrow. "And you became a druid."

Wallace shrugged," I wasn't lucky enough to be chosen by an animal spirit so I started studying natural magic instead."

"Sorry."

"No need to apologize. I don't think I would make a good grunt anyway."

Turning around, looking at the last figure, Jaxon frowned when Nightmane started to growl. The enormous man was built like a brick house, his dark eyes piercing on a square face. He was dressed as a biker, with a shaved head, and had the aura of a dangerous man. Jaxon did not know him but scented an Alpha. Harrison was one as well, and Nightmane did not like having him here but he accepted Harrison because he knew him. This Alpha was unknown and not welcomed by his wolf.

"And this is?"

"Lachlan Raine," Harrison introduced the man. "He is a friend of a relative from across the ocean, coming to aid us."

"Across the ocean?"

"From the States," Wallace clarified, looking stiffly at the man who hardly blinked at Jaxon. Instead, his hard gaze watched the other students. His cold eyes, stopping by the witches, seemingly to inspect them.

Jaxon was just about to ask what the hell he was doing when he scented a familiar smell, one that made Nightmane growl in excitement. Raine seems to scent it as well, but his reaction was very different as his eyes darted to the incoming person behind Jackson, his brown eyes glowing red, and rare color for shifters, coming from special red-brown colored eyes.