The Wild Hunt

Part 16 Legacy

Michael shut the office door behind us. I had been in there before, I'd been working the bar for months, there wasn't much of a cellar in the Den, so it was where a lot of the supplies were stored. Something about the situation felt like getting called into the principal's office. Michael took a seat behind the desk, but I almost didn't recognise the man I had come to know.

"Sit down." He said, his voice sounding hollow.

I pulled up a stool and sat across from him. I couldn't read the situation, his reaction when he found out about what Lucian did to my Father, was extreme, it seemed obvious that he must have known him, though I don't see why he wouldn't have said something if that was true.

"What do you know about your Father?" He asked after a few moments of silence.

"Not much, Mom said he was a deadbeat, left before I could walk, And didn't look back. Though now, according to the asshole the kidnapped me, he was my guardian angel. Watching me from the shadows, only staying away to keep me safe."

"You believe him? Not that your father was a wolf, or that he left to keep you safe. Do you believe he killed him?" I thought back to when Lucian had told me, I remembered the twisted way he had smiled.

"Yeah, I believe him, tell me what's going on Mike."

Michael sighed,

"Your Father was born in 1961, we were part of a roaming pack of about seven, our Alpha was a real hard ass. I hated they guy, and so did your Father. When he was about sixteen, his first change came on and straight away he wanted to leave. I couldn't blame him, we didn't have the best life, most of us only stayed together because there was safety in numbers. But he stayed, for a while. When he was twenty-five, he met your Mother, I never got the chance to meet her myself, he would never bring her around the others. One night he comes to me and says that she's pregnant, and he's leaving, we got into a big fight over it and that was it, the last time I saw him. A few years later I left and started my own pack, I kept my ear to the ground hoping that I might run into him or someone who knew him, I met a guy that told me he had come across a pack being led by him. I was surprised, but happy, he may have been away from me but at least he was doing well. Then a few years later I heard that the pack had been disbanded and that he had separated from you and your mother, but I had no clue where he was. Then one day you ride through town the spitting image of him, I guess I should have told you all of this when we met, but I couldn't figure out how." He said without looking up from the table.

The way he held himself said that he was ashamed, but was it because he had kept it from me, or something else.

"So what was he to you, your friend, or Brother?" I said trying to break the silence.

Michael laughed a little,

"Neither, he was my Son."

I couldn't Believe what he was telling me, a thousand questions rushed through my mind at a million miles an hour, but only two came out.

"How could he be your son, if he was born in 1961 then he would be fifty-four, I mean yeah your on the older side, but to have a child in his fifties?"

Michael smiled at me.

"Wolves don't age they way humans do, its something to do with how quick we can heal I think, though I'm no scientist so don't quote me on that. I have lived longer than any human could. There are a few stories I could tell you that would blow your mind, maybe when all this with Lucian is over, we can talk about it."

I was quiet while I thought about what he said, then I asked my second question.

"What was his name? I asked Mom when I was about fifteen, I wanted to find him, but I guess she knew I couldn't so she wouldn't tell me."