Amongst The Dream

. . . Chapter One . . .

New Life / Part One

I awoke with a start, a race commencing between my heart and the screech of the alarm cloak. My heart won. My nerves were on the rampage, only calming with a few deep breaths and the cool breeze from the open window. I continued on with the day with a deep breath and took on the challenge to drag myself out of my warm and welcoming bed and get ready for this dreaded day.

Why did I label this day as dreaded might you ask? For reasons are many, I'll let you know one, the main one perhaps?

Well you see, my father had decided that we were to move to a town. This town per-say is the type of town where everyone know everyone. Now this is a town that I never wanted to move to in the first place. And to top it off, we go today.

His reasoning for this move was nothing more than a quizzical statement, true he mentioned my mother and a war, yet to me that didn't seem reason enough.

So with a sigh that be mistaken as a groan or maybe even rival a deflating football, I made the sluggish trek to the walk-in-wardrobe that resided to the right of my double bed. I quickly grabbed a spare pair of clothes and scurried into the adjoining bathroom, deciding that a shower would suffice in waking me up.

And it was not even a half-an-hour later did I step out of my bathroom, wearing a pair of dark brown cargo pants and a red fitting button up shirt, a black dragon design littering the back. Towel drying my shoulder length snow white hair, I made my way out of the black and gold room that I called mine and headed to the kitchen that smelled absolutely heavenly. Note the sarcasm.

It was when I had reached the kitchen that I had the desperate task to hold in a laugh at what my father was wearing, it was an apron that was quoted with 'kiss the chef'.

"Wow dad, didn't know we had that," I stated, startling my father out of whatever cooking haze he was in.

"Don't you dare laugh," he muttered, threateningly glaring as he pointed a wooden spoon at me, an unidentified substance flying off the end.

"It's kinda hard not to, especially with the way you look. Which brings me to my next question, what the hell where you trying so hard to make?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the wooden spoon that he had failed to move.

"Oh shut your mouth. And I was cooking something similar to . . . you know what, I don't even known any more," my father said, looking down at the frying pan with a sigh.

"Mum left for work already?" I asked, realising that the only other member of the family was missing from the scene.

"Nope, she's packing her bags and making the arrangements for our new house," dad said, giving a strained smile as he turned off the oven and started to clean up the dishes he used, throwing away the food or what used to be food.

"Why do we have to leave?" I asked, giving a sad sigh and pushing past dad, getting the now clean frying pan, putting it on the hotplate and going over to the fridge, getting out some cheese and eggs.

"Ryder, we're simply going somewhere where we will be protected. I have an old friend that lives there," my dad said, now sitting at the island bench, having put the apron on the kitchen bench when I had started to cook.

"What do we need protecting from? And what can your one friend do that all three of us apparently can't do?" I asked, my anger spiking at the mere thought of being unable to protect my family. My wolf disliked that just as much as I did.

"Calm down, and it just so happens that my friend is the Alpha of a werewolf pack. And not everyone can be as accepting to your heritage as my friend is," my dad said, raising his hands in an unknown surrender, but I paid that no mind.

"What do you mean 'as accepting as your friend'?" I asked, chancing a glance away from the eggs, a growl on the verge of escaping.

"I had to tell him Ryder, is the Alpha of the werewolf pack we're joining, a pack that takes over the vast majority of the town mind you, I was obligated to tell him of your heritage, and don't worry I had tell him of mine and your mothers," my dad said, looking at me in the eye.

And by now the curiosity created by the situation is driving you insane, no? Well let me explain the relationship that I have with my father, you see my father is a warlock, the good kind don't worry, and my mother is a pure blooded Reikean Tai. And I, well I am a hybrid.

This enabled me to inherit the powers of both a warlock and a Reikean Tai, however the powers that I did inherit were few to none, keeping only a few of the main abilities.

Now as to explain the relationship a bit more, I would have to tell you that unlike my parents, I was born with an animal within me, almost like a werewolf does I guess. Either way, it had turned out to be that I was born with a wolf, one of the most dominant animals that a Reikean Tai could get. However within saying that I should note that not all Reikean Tai's are born with an animal, my mother was born with no animal, her power residing more along the lines of mind control.

"Why?" I asked, knowing that my mother was as secret about her past as one could be.

"Your mother and I trust Jake with our lives Ryder, that is why we told him our story, but don't fret, we told him face to face last week," my dad said, running his fingers down his face.

"Jake?" I asked, getting more confused as the conversation dragged on.

"The Alpha, now calm it before the eggs burn," my father joked, a bemused look lighting up on his face, scaring away his once serious expression.

"Fine," I muttered, turning back to the eggs with a sigh, stirring them for a bit and then plating up three plates of the cheesy eggs.

After setting the table, I gave my dad a pointed look and gestured to the stairs before I took my seat at the mahogany dinning table, that was placed in the connected dinning room.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," my dad muttered, rolling his green eyes and trudging up the stairs, a smile on his face as he did so.

I shook my head at him in amusement, looking at my plate with a smile, my unique golden eyes glinting in the artificial light.

"Hey bud," was my mothers greeting as she walked into the room, dad following behind her.

"Hey," I said, giving them a smile.

"Well, shall we eat?" dad asked, both of them taking their respective seats.

"Of course. And after this we'll finish packing up the kitchen and everything else before we leave," my mum said, sighing as she poked at her eyes.

"Fine, by the way, what's the packs name?" I asked, picking at my own eggs.

"I think it was something along the lines of the Blood Moon Pack," my dad said, looking slightly confused.

"It's the Sapphire Cove dear," my mum said, shaking her head at my dad before going back to eating her eggs.

"Of course cupcake," my father replied, kissing her on her cheek. That in turn caused me to gag while rolling my eyes.

"Oh hush up. Why don't you finish packing your things, your father and I will do the kitchen. The movers will be here by lunch," my mother said, noticing that I was finished my breakfast already.

"Fine," was my simple reply, which I added with a sigh as I left the room.