The Alpha's Son

So it starts out kind of slow, there's some cursing too, so fair warning!! Enjoy

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Here we are. Finally settling down. No more explosions or being shot at. A safe place. The last house on Tucker Street.

“Ollie babe come on” I yelled waiting for Ollie to come down the stairs. Ollie had been with me since he was 5, he was 8 now and we were attempting school. Yay. I knew I would likely run into a couple of werewolves. Stupid mutts. And Ollie would too. Their territory line was about 2 miles from here.

He came running down the stairs his Blonde curls bouncing and his cinnamon colored eyes lit up with excitement. He was going to school for the first time. I just hoped some little shitfaced kid didn't ruin it for him.

I handed him the three peanut butter and Nutella sandwiches I had just made, he peeked in the bag. “Just a sandwich?” he asked me, I pursed my lips.

“What else did you want?” I asked.

“Snacks and an apple” he told me, I shrugged even after having him for three years I was still new to this whole kid thing. I hated kids, Ollie was my exception. I loved Ollie.

I went to the cabinet opening it, I dug through all the food we had. Ollie had a big appetite for an 8 year old, so did I. I could what the average full grown werewolf could.  Ollie could eat like a teenage boy, I was afraid his three sandwiches would cut it. We both had big appetites all our kind did. Our kind. We had no clue what we were.

We had the strength and speed of vampires and the senses of a werewolf. Except the small fact that I could get into the head of anybody. I can read their minds, I can make them do anything, or make them believe anything. It comes in handy sometimes. Ollie could imitate people, he can hear someone’s voice and then use it. I had a feeling he could had other gifts he just hadn’t discovered them yet.

I handed him 2 bags of cookies, 3 bags of colored goldfish, and a few fruit roll ups. I looked at his face to see if he was satisfied, he was. I sighed in relief, giving him an apple and reaching in the refrigerator to get him a sunny d and a blue Gatorade, he took all the stuff gratefully and tipped it I his bag.

“Is that okay?” I asked him, he nodded.

“Come on we’re going to be late” I told him ushering him to the door. He put the bag in hi backpack while walking towards the door. I grabbed a gun from under the coffee table without him noticing and stuck it in the lining of my jeans in the back under my leather jacket.

I closed the door remembering to lock it as a normal person would. He got in the passenger side of my Camaro. Honesty I loved my car, I loved it the minute I saw it in the car dealership, and I loved it even more after I stole it and made all the bystander completely forget I ever existed. Did I feel guilty?

No. Defiantly not. This car was nice. I put on the license plates last night, the fake ones, of the many I had gathered. Right now according to my plates we were from Florida. I had never been to Florida in my life.

“Okay Ollie we’re from Miami, Florida” I told him.

“Okay” he chirped, he was always optimistic. Unlike me, optimism was over rated, I took things how they were, reality. But he was 8 what was I going to do?

“What’s your name?” I asked him.

“Oliver Mathews, from Miami Florida, we moved because of important family matters. Your my big sister Deidre Mathews, and your my guardian since our parents died in car wrecks” he recited to me. I smiled. That’s my boy.