The Wolf I Fell In Love With

Remebrance [AKA] Flashback

as i was walking home in fear i was remembering why i was like this and i started to remember

"son"

"Yes father?" i responded

"there is something you need to know"

"what is it father" i said with angst

" you know how i have been teaching you these life lessons but i dont know if they are for naught do you beleive that you can tell me the fourteen things i told you about a preditor can you?"

"of course i can!" i said proudly or as proudly as i could i was only three at the time

"1.the predetor cannot be afraid of the prey, 2.the predetor must observe before he can attack, 3.the predetor must always hunt or be hunted, 4. the predetor must be viligent, 5. for a predetor dull sences will not be tolerated, 6.a predetor must uphold a reputation, 7. if a predetor is forgoten the fear that was gained loses its relevents, 8. for a predetor death is never the option, 9. the predator must hide, 10. a predetor must have patiance, 11. a predetor is only as good as his instincs, 12. a predetor is a loner, 13. a predetor shows no mercy, and 14.when a predetor finds love he must try to hunt tenfold of what he once hunted as" i said with a gin that touched both my ears

"well i guess you can remember as well as your mother sais" my father said proudly as he ruffled my hair

"gaaah Dad stop that you know i dont like it when you do that!" i said with a giggle

"fine oh great overlord of this family i will stop but then will you sit down so i can tell you the most important rule of the predetor number 15" my dad said sollumly

"yes sir" i said as i sat down with a flourish the reason i was so eager was because 1 i had waited three years to hear the 15th rule of a predetor and 2 my father said when i learn the 15th rule of a predetore he would finaly give me a name and he would let me go hunting with him

"ok" father said clapping his hands together and then rubbing them together " rule number 15. a predetor who makes noise constantly catches no prey"

i inclined my head "is that all? thats all that applies to rule 15?"

"well judging by you have already not fallowed the rule yes it is" he said

i slapped my forehead "now for your name" father said changing the subject

at this my head shot up because this was what i really wanted i didnt really care about rule 15 all that much. i started bouncing up and down "what is it what is it what is it" i said my voice getting higher with every word

"thats for you to find out it is your choice" my father said leaning back in his chair and putting his boots on the table

i ponderd upon this with care because i wanted the name to strike fear but i also wanted it to be a good name. i started chewing on my thumb nail as i had seen my father do many times before and then pulled it out quickly because i had felt a stinging in my hand. there was a trickle of blood running down my finger from a puncture wound about the size of an eye of a needle.

"OW!" i exclaimed

"that looks like quite a fang you've got" my dad said laughing at my pain

"THATS IT" i yelled with a lightbulb going off in my head. my shout was so loud it made my father lose balance and topple out of his chair

"THATS WHAT" he said rising from the floor rubbung his temples

"thats what i want my name to be silly" i said in a snide tone