FuR (Royce)

-14-

I have to get that ring.

Something in me tells me that my mom didn't burn it or pawn it.

I have to find it.

But how am I just gonna take it from her jewelry box.

She'll rip my hair out of my scalp!

Cautiously, I stood to my feet and creeped into the hallway, trying to go to my moms room.

I noticed that she wasn't in he room, she must've went out somewhere, so I had the perfect chance.

Then, I made my way to her closet, opening it as I slid the box out of the top of the closet, and sat it down on her queen sized mattress.

I opened it and searched through all of her jewelry, from necklaces, to gold watches, to bracelets, and rings.

Nothing.

Ugh!

Putting everything back in its place, I took the jewelry box back in my hands and placed it back up where it was.

When I felt something fall on my head.

"Fuck!" I yelled loud as ever. Why am I always the one that gets hurt?!

I peered on the floor, seeing that it was a box? A small box, actually.

Curiously, I picked it up and shuffled through the stuff inside.

Arching my eyebrow, I saw pictures of the same guy with my mom, and some other little notes and drawings.

I thought she burned all of this?

Dates and calendars were scattered across her sheets as I saw a shiny object gleaming.

I picked it up and examined it.

It was the ring!

I shoved it in my pocket as I heard someone unlock the door.

"I'm home Jakey!" I heard her yell.

I shoved everything back in the box, closed the closet, and ran with the 15 pound box of photographs and paper to my room.

Quickly sliding it under my bed, I heard my mom come through the door, with a jacket and scarf wrapped around her neck.

"Your still up? You have school dummy." She laughed at me.

"Mom, I'm not 11," I smirked. "I just woke up anyway."

"We'll go back to sleep." She shut the door as I let out a breath of air.

Gosh I thought she was going to find me.

Pulling the box out once more, I continued to search through the multiple pictures when I heard tapping at the window again.

Chresanto needs to stop hopping through windows. No one has time.

I walked over and opened the window, while he hopped in my room and kissed my forehead.

"Hey."

"Hey." I plainly said back, going back to the box that holds so much lies.

Why didn't my mom just tell me?

"Anything wrong?"

"This," I lifted up the box. "Is wrong."

He sat beside me on my bed, and sniffed a bit.

"Who gave you this?" He asked, picking up some of the photographs as he continued to sniff the air, which was getting highly annoying.

"Can you stop sniffing?!" I angrily said.

"Sorry, but this stuff belonged to a wolf." He nodded. "So why do you have it."

I arched my eyebrow at what he said.

My dad? A canine. Something tells me that I was going to hear this sooner or later.

But that means...

"This is my fathers stuff. My mom told me she burnt it, but she lied."

"Impossible." Chresanto said. "You can't be both."

"This is my biological father, that I've been having dreams about. We have to be related." I protested.

"Can't be both Jacob. It's impossible, and deadly. Maybe he was a familiar face or a step father or-"

"No, this is my dad. He looks exactly like me." I picked up a picture and handed it to him.

He stared at it, processing it.

"I know one when I see one, Jacob you aren't a wolf. This must be a boyfriend of your moms or something."

I shifted through the rest of the photographs and found the silver ring that I was trying so desperately to find.

"I saw this same exact thing in my dream. And this supposed guys name is Jacob Matthews.Just like me, except mine is Perez after my mom."

"They could've just been going out Jacob. He couldn't have claimed your mom and had a child with her. She's human, that ring is just a material thing. There's no meaning behind it."

"You sure? I just want to know my dad Chresanto." I frowned.

"Yes I'm sure." He sighed. "I'm sorry that you still don't know your father."

"It's fine. But why can't you be both? Has it ever happened or-"

"It's happened only once. But it we like a bagillion years ago and I think she was my great great great great great aunt-"

"Ok ok, Chres." I laughed. "But, what you mean 'abilities'?"

"They can change appearance, I guess you could say they can disguise themselves, very intelligent. I mean, we have the occasional rare gifts like the sight and psychic ism, but nothing as extreme like what they can do. Telepathy, all the crazy abilities you could imagine."

I immediately thought of EJ, how he can do remarkable things.

But, his attitude towards me was bleak. And so was Chresantos. He even told him one time to not get his hopes up on Dad leaving for good.

You could say that's obvious, but there could be a lot of meaning behind that, if you think about it.

"But yeah, completely rare. For a wolf to fall for a human, make a mixed child." He grinned. "But enough with history. So, you wanna stay with our family for Christmas?"

My hopes were boosted to about 1000 but then I thought about our yearly trip to Mexico, to visit the family.

"We'll I really want to, but I go out of state every year for Christmas. I can ask to stay though." I half smiled. "I do really want to stay though."

"I understand. But every year, family comes to town. I know what your thinking, you probably hate family reunions and shit like that, but I think we're pretty low down to Earth. You'll like it." Chresanto reassured. "That's if you stay."

"Seems cool." I pecked his lips. "Please stay over tonight though."

"Ok ok. I guess I can, besides, I can head back and get some clothes at like 4:00."

"4:00?! Are you like nocturnal or some shit. Cause I wouldn't be able to wake myself up like that." I said.

"In a way." He smiled, flashing his fangs.

I took the box and closed it, sliding it under my bed.

Then, I wrapped my blankets around myself and buried my head in his chest.

"Night Chres."

"Night Jake."