The Hunter's Wolf

Rough Night

Rough Night

My father, Theo, is a dark-bearded middle-aged man with an immense hulking frame that towers at almost seven feet. With those thick arms of his, he seems enormously strong. It is no surprise that a burly man like him brings out the fear in everybody, especially when his buff chest heaves and fell with each breath he draws and lets out as he paces back and forth in the room.

"This is unacceptable," he says gruffly. "How come none of you noticed one— two slipped away ?"

Matthew's gaze drops to the ground in shame. "It was my fault. I wasn't being cautious enough and the wolf got into me," he rasps, his voice nearly gone.

Phillip shrugs, "At least Amy got the Alpha."

I blink.

Theo's angry footsteps stop to a halt and he turns to me, the anger residing in his eyes as they throw daggers at me. "I thought I told you to keep your eyes open, Rose," he lashes out, the irritation detected in his guttural voice.

He narrows his eyes at me, "Go to your room."

Oh dad, if only you knew.

I walk towards door, while he lectures the others, especially Matthew, further about the failure that I did. Once I step out of the room, the sweat breaks out in a paralyzing amount. The thought of my own father discovering that I have been sparing these creatures' lives makes me assume the worst. The day where he will bust me out for my actions will be the day I need not to fight, but to run.

My mother is the only person whom I cherish unconditionally. She represses the violence and hatred from my vision, relegating the blood-lust in me from prevailing and turning me into a blind person. She taught me to put up with all the murdering, she saved my poor soul from becoming a cold-blooded killer— from becoming the soldier my father has always wanted me to be.

For this reason, he knows a way to torment me; by using my mother against her own daughter. This way, and this way only that I could do nothing and give in to his wishes. This is also why I have been complying to all his orders like an compliant child.

No one knows the threat that he pulls.

Striding out of the infirmary and into the open air, I take a stroll back to the house. The night breeze is cold against my skin and the grass sways as the zephyr blows upon them. I inhale deeply, the cool oxygen rushing into my lungs and exhales, forming a thin vapor as I do so.

I never knew why my mother loves someone like my father. Someone dark. Someone evil. He loathes the supernatural creatures to the ends of the world and I don't know why because every time I asked, Theo would only glare at me with those stone hard eyes of his and I cowered back to training.

The dogs chained to the metal pole close to the unheeded lawn of grass bark when I arrive at our front door. I try to shush at them repeatedly, thinking my mother must be sleeping by this hour and the least I want to do is to wake her up. Sadly though, I never learn dog language so they bark even louder.

I open the door and slip in swiftly, but seeing that the lights are still on, confusion fills me in and I walk to where the brightness comes from. My feet take me into the kitchen and when I saw the figure that has her back on me, my shoulders slump tiredly. I sneak behind her quietly and my arms pull her to a hug.

My mother jumps from the sudden gesture and giggles when she realizes it is just me. I lean my chin on her shoulder, allowing her flowery fragrance from her perfume engulf me whole. It's calming. It's the scent of a good person.

"What happened ?" she asks sweetly and I reply with a loud sigh, my arms hugging her tighter.

"Rough night," I mumble on her shoulder. She shifts her body and I loosen my arms, so she can turn to face me.