The Werewolf Council

CHAPTER ONE- The beginning

On one gay afternoon, the sky is clear and for some reason the moon is as visible as the grass around me.

I heard someone calling my name, "Zurdrick" I forgot that I was supposed to meet my father for practice.

It's my father, Chandel jafferson,(Alpha chan). Who's the leader of the werewolf council. Eversince we moved here, my parents constantly want me to practice the art of  fighting. Something I deemed unnecessary since there's peace between th four packs of the southwest.( by the way ,who enjoy's hitting a lifeless something made from rubber for an hour everyday after school).I need not say more.

On my arrival my dad picked me up and said,  "son I need you to stay hear. I'll tell Uncle Roswold( A scary man who come to thing of it, is always aroundfor some reason) to come pick you up. bawry needs to  fetch your mom from alpha laenal's (alpha of th moon drop pack) party. I rolled my eyes in discomfort, with a sigh but he didn't seem to mind.Given no room to argue I simply went back to my day dreaming tree. (its only a few minutes untill its kick something time).On my way I hear my dad's car pull.It's happened so many times i lost count, (not that i actually tried counting) eversince we moved down the coast of Namibia. He smiles and waves but I simply look away. A smile tries to escape but i try my best and succeed in opressing it.

After my daily dose of leisurely practice, I decide to walk home for a change, forgetting what dad said about Uncle by  letting my imagination run wild. After walking a few metres I felt as if someone's watching me. I was sure since its the first thing pups learn in order to escape danger. The feeling was somewhat different.Judging on scent i could tell it was a a Young girl. I felt a strong emotional bond between us. A connection so strong it made my senses tinkle. Crack!! and she starts running.
As I'm about to take of after her, i hear 'zurdrick', folowed by a small grawn. It's uncle Ros and he does not look happy.''we were supposed to be home 30 minutes ago'' he says. I did not know what to say so i  or kept quiet, and walked towards him with my head down. He's level of time management always seemed to amaze me. On my way home i could not stop but wonder who she was, and why  she made me feel the way i did .for sone reason, I knew  we would see each other in the future.It felt as if she left a mark in my subconscious.

Upon our arival I found mom waiting and I'm told to go freshen up. Mom gives me a hug and sends me to my room.I could not help notice the fact that she was was uneasy. Shaking to be precise. I wanted to ask,  what was wrong but decided not to.
By the time I reached my room I realized that I had not seen dad nor had i heard from him since he went to mom. Since mom was around, I assumed he was in his study.

I placed my bag on the floor and leaped on the bed. I noticed a letter  next to my pillow. So i set up straight and picked it up. It was my mom's hand writting. I opened it and it was written in our native language. She taught it to me only to be used in the biggest of emergancies. The fact that mom wrote it in our native language, a language that only the three of us knew ment something was horribly wrong. I open it and it read,'!hoe re ti oa omeb oms !oa //ib ge ni miba tsi //ae i ge a /khei xuige #gan ha se ha kaise ta ge a /nam tsi'.After reading,  i heard a loud scream ''i re !haese''.I immediately stood up and ran towards my window. I heard footsteps running upstairs and without any  hesitation, I leaped from my bedroom window. My heartbeat at its pick, and ran. I turned to look through the dinning room windowonly to see the image that haunts me up to this day. I saw mom laying face first in a pool of blood with a huge gragon (sharp staff only council members owned), sticking out of her.

With tears in my my eyes I ran as fast as I could to uncle Neno's house, as I was instructed in the letter. Shaking from what i had seen, i struggled to keep running.
Whilst all my impulses told me to stop and find my father. I felt nump with every footstep i took forever growing deeper into dispair. My vision, impared by my tears.

When i reached  uncle Nino's house, it was all burned down.I can not describe the pain I felt at that moment in time, but then i remembered a secret entrance that lead to the underground chamber. If uncle was alive, my best hope of finding him was in there, since not alot of people knew about it.

I ran to the secret door and entered the dark tunnel leading to the secret chamber a few metres at the back of the house.