Dead wolf

Recoveries

Hours later, I woke up to knocking on the door. I immediately, stand up and step away from the door. It appeared that I had fallen asleep from the minutes of banging on the door. Alastair entered, silently. He picked me up in his arms. I was weak so I let him carry me to the bed where he treated my wound with a first aid kit. He explained to me that I had my tutoring session in twenty minutes with Charles and how he needed to get me ready. He then left me on my own, to wait for Charles who came in soaking wet. The minute droplets from his hair left the floor wet. He closed his umbrella that he had with him.

"Good Afternoon, Izara." He said while shaking off the last droplets of water from his hair. I don't respond due to the fact that I didn't know how to respond. "Good Afternoon, Izara." He repeated.

"Good Afternoon, Charles." I responded.

"I hope we are ready for some maths." My brain panicked as soon as he said maths as all the traumas of maths can back to me. I despised maths and was infamous for getting the lowest grades in the subject. I nodded, slowly with uncertainty. "Great, why don't you don't you finish these worksheets for me." I frowned as I took the pencil and worksheet he handed me. After I mentally prepared myself, I looked at the first question.

4+2

That shouldn't be too bad. I chewed the back of my pencil. I looked at the question hoping some idea would appear.

Wait, you have four and add two. Four, Five.

Five!

The answer was five.

I smiled as I quickly wrote the answer to the question and moved onto the others. Maybe this would be easier than I had thought. A few minutes later, I had finished the whole sheet for Charles to mark. He glanced at me weirdly.

"What is it?" I asked. "It was bad wasn't it? It probably because of the worded problems." He smiled at me again.

"Actually, the whole thing was wrong." He admitted. My face felt warm as I was bathed in embarrassment. "But it doesn't matter, maybe maths isn't your thing." I know that Charles was trying to help but I was angry at him. I was telling myself it was his fault. "Let's try some, English." My eyes threatened to spill tears knowing this was probably going to be bad too.
I grabbed the sheets from his hand and got to work. I finish each of the questions, only putting in half of my effort. I checked the thing three times as Gloria did whenever she had exams.

Gloria, I wondered what they were doing. Had they forgotten me? Mummy, Daddy, Rufus and Gloria. I had known them all my life yet the more time went on the memory of their faces and voices were starting to seem like a blur. I snapped backed into reality with Charles questioning if I had finished. I nodded. I dreaded the grades as I handed the sheets over to him.

Just then, Alistair came inside the room, dressed in a three pieced suit.

"How's the session going?" I looked at Charles, my eyes screaming at him not to tell Alistair about my atrocious attempt at the questions. I could imagine him laughing at me once he hears what I got. I don't say anything, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

"It's going well, I've successfully managed to see Izara's strengths and weaknesses." Charles answered. Alistair smiled at me. Even though, I had seen this smile before it seemed strange to me. It was like he had forgotten the fact he had beaten me and not to mention the fact he stabbed me. "It seems Izara is struggling majorly with maths while English seems to be a strength." Alistair looked at the sheets.

"Hmm, Intresting, one mark lost on the English test." He said. "Izara, what happened on the maths test, though?" His voice was gentle.

Too gentle.

Now that I had remembered them I couldn't forget. It hurt knowing that he was trying to replace daddy. Nobody could replace him because he always helped me. A loud bang frightened me. I looked up at Alistair who looked vexed.

"Can we please focus, Izara." He said.

"Sorry." I murmured.

"It's okay," he said whist patting my head.

I still hate you. My eyes screamed as they glared back at his.

"I need to explain something to you, Izara." He breathed slowly before continuing. "Your Grandpa is coming in few days in time for your birthday. He believes you are destined for some great prophecy. He will have high expectations so please don't muck this up"

"A prophecy?"

"Yes, a prophecy." He replied.

"But what is my prophecy?" I asked.

"Izara, you can't possibly believe in such a thing. Your grandfather is an elder who was once the Alpha of our pack. Do you remember what it means?" He said.

"The alpha is the leader of the pack?" I replied in a question.

"Yes," He continued with the explanation. "And an elder is an immortal wolf who can predict prophecies and the wisest of all the packs but our family is not sure if he's just making stuff up or if what he is saying is true because the last prophecy there has ever been was around the time of great peril and when we needed a hero to save us but that was 500 years ago."

"What is my prophecy?" I repea