Nico stared at his father blankly. "Say what?" He asked. "You heard me. We're moving back to our hometown. Isn't that great! I missed that place, didn't you too?" His father beamed. If he shifted right now, his tail would be wagging all over the place. "Dad~" He whined. "Didn't I tell you to tell me things sooner so I would be prepared?" He scolded fuming. "Now, now, my little pup, we're finally going back." The man had already called the movers. "Go on and pack now." Nico watched the back of his father as he helped the movers with their furniture.
He glared at his father, not muttering a word. Truth be told he did miss that place, the wild forest that held great mysteries, a forest full of life and colors. Just the thought gave his wolf and him shivers. He ran upstairs to his room, taking his suitcase with him. He hummed to himself as he packed. He grabbed his clothes from the closet and started shoving them to the luggage bag. He took his other personal belongings, pushed it in his already full case, shoved it, and zipped it shut. Nico clapped his hands triumphantly and headed down stairs.
If you haven't got the clue yet, they are werewolves. No, they're not monsters of the night, enslaved to transform into hideous beings from the glow of a full moon. They are marvelous, intelligent beings. Werewolves are beautiful beasts. Proud creatures filled with dignity and power. Beasts, children of the Moon Goddess, who are respected, strong, fast, and incredible.
His father had occupied himself in the kitchen. He was making a quick snack. Nico scrunched his nose. He knew not to trust his culinary skills. The first time he ate his father's terrible cooking he almost died. "Are you excited?" His dad asked. Nico shrugged his shoulders. They haven't been in Everton since his mother died. That town had always been pleasant, however, it brings bitter, sweet memories.
He watched his father from the corner of his eyes. Raymond never really talked about his wife. He always felt guilty for her death. He nearly killed himself with grief from the loss of his mate. He sighed. His thoughts wandered as he waited for the men to get their furniture secured at the back of the truck.
They've been away from the pack for so long. Why now?How long has it been? Five years, maybe six? Although his father had been slipping in and out of the pack to deal with urgent business, he himself hasn't been in that place since they've left. Nico had been living in the city almost all his life now. What will he do there? He doesn't know anyone.
Memories replayed within his thoughts. Nico remembered the first time he came to the city. He had shifted, running around his neighborhood, exploring the area, creating his own little make shift territory, when the animal control spotted him. He ran for his life as he didn't want to be caught and made put in the pounds. Nico shuddered as he remembered his father laughing at him when he finally got home. Sooner than later, he did found a route to run in his wolf form without having any interruptions. Though it mostly included rooftops as sidewalks...
The drive was long and Raymond made no attempts to start a conversation. Nico stared outside, pulling out his earphones, listening to Eminem. His father preoccupied with other thoughts, hardly paid attention to him. There must be a reason why they're coming back. After an hour, the forest view appeared. Tall, grand, strong trees scattered along side of the road. The grass never looked so green and the sky was so blue and vast. Nico's wolf, Siva, yelped with excitement.
All of a sudden, he remembered his one and only friend he made in Everton before they left. "I wonder how he's doing now." He voiced out loud. Nico closed his eyes and breathed the fresh, clean air from the opened car window. One of his favorite memories...was running in the forest with a boy who claimed to be King.
It had been before his mother died. He was walking in the forest bored beyond his mind. The other kids thought he was too weak so they didn't play with him much. He was sitting on top of a tree trunk when a boy popped up from the bushes. "What are you doing?" He demanded in a cute high pitch voice. Nico was an adorable little thing when he was a child. Black, silky soft hair with pale skin, rosy and still chubby cheeks and the most enchanting eyes which were the color of the purest pond, blue-green, he was cute. He was a little short too. The other boy was taller than him by a few centimeters. He had blond shiny hair and honey colored eyes. He was 11 then. He remembered thinking that the boy was the most charming guy he ever saw. "Hi there, I was just passing by when I smelled you." The blonde greeted. He only nodded, somewhat uncertain. "What are you doing here?" He asked getting nearer. "Wanna play with me?" This time the boy was sitting next to him. "Umm...okay..." He replied. "Okay then, do you know how to shift." He asked. "Yeah, I do. Only recently though." The other nodded. "Yep, me too, how about we test each other? Let's have a race." He grinned. Nico was a little shy but he didn't want to ruin the chances of having a new friend. "You're on."
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