Losing Control

Chapter 17: Who You Are

Previously....

"Felix.." Jason said panting before he continued. He stared right into Felix's eyes, "You're mine."

"Tell me." Jason said. His voice seething as he looked into his father's eyes.

He was back in his study room demanding for an explanation for his behaviour. It sounded dumb. What could his dad possibly know about the way he acts but there was something tugging in Jason's soul telling him that his dad knew more than he was letting on.

After kissing Felix he instantly regretted it. It was too early. Felix wasn't ready. 

He stepped back from him as if he was posion before rushing back home to face his dad.

Jason's dad stood still his body stone cold.

He wore a navy blue suit with his black shoes as always. He walked around his desk until he was standing right in front of his son.

I guess its time. He thought.

"Jason, we aren't like everybody else," he started.

Jason was perplexed he tilted his head at his dad feeling a little bit vexed as he was taking his time explaining what he wanted to know.

"Just get to the point." Jason said his eyes turning a darker shade. He couldn't help but feel angry.

At least he thought it was anger he was feeling. The truth is was that Jason was scared. He was scared shitless. His heart was beating out of his chest.

"We..Jason....We are part werewolves."

Jason stood with his mouth shut tightly.

Is he playing some sort of sick joke. Jason thought.

He clenched his fists as his face turned a deep red colour.

"Jason. This is true." Jason's dad said his voice softer.

Jasons never heard this tone with his dad before so instead of jumping to conclusion like he was about to he decided he would listen. After taking some deep breaths he loosesned his grip and his breathing rate slowly returned to what it normally was.

"I think you should sit down for this. Jason complied. As he walked over to a seat in front of the desk.

"Long long time ago Jason. The world was filled with all types of mystical creatures. Werewolves, vampires, witches. Anything you can think of it was there. " Jason's dad paused hesitating to carry on.

Jason just needed an explanation so he accepted everything that was being said to him despite the fantasy and how unbelievable it was.

" During these times, Jason. It was against society customs for any two different species to breed together even if they could. However that didn't stop our ancestors. One day a werewolve bred with a human for the first time and that begun a new generation of half breeds.

The humans in power suddenly saw all halfbreeds as unclean and assembled a group of hunters which hunted all mystical species. Within a decade everything was wiped out and there was barely any of us left. Those who survived went on to live amongst the humans hiding within them however most of them would be discovered as their werewolf traits would show once they turned 16.

Jason, that was quite long ago now weve adapted to this lifestyle so much that many of us can't even hear our wolf anymore let alone shift. We are able to still feel the traits of a wolf since we have alpha blood in us. That me..."

"Stop." Jason said. His voice was low.

What am I listening to right now. I didn't ask for a fairy tale.

All Jason wanted to do was get up and leave.

A wolf? Is he crazy?

"Jason, I know this is alot to take in bu.."

"Stop!" Jason said even louder this time. He got up from his seat turning to leave the room. However, his dad caught him to it and grabbed his arm before he could turn away.

"Jason you wanted answers let me give them to you. You won't be able to control your feelings around your little boy and you will end up hurting him. Your uncle. In detroit. He's the only one I know whose able to talk to his wolf. Maybe if you live.."

Jason yanked his hand out of his father's grip.

"Leave me." His voice rumbled before rushing out if the room and shutting the door behind him.

Thoughts were wildly running through his head. He didn't even know whether to believe what his father told him or not. However he was right. This was the only answer that was provided to him.

Entering his room Jason immediately jumped onto his bed. He turned around until he was facing his dull lamp.

Everything in his life was dull.

The gray walls muted all signs of life in his room and the black carpet served as a vortex into everlasting darkness. The only light in Jason's life was Felix.

Felix.

He burried himself into his pillow reminiscing what his father told him.

I might end up hurting felix?

Again.

Jasons breathing quickened. How would their relationship change. Would they have to be separated again. He flipped himself over facing the ceiling.

Images of felix flashed before his eyes. I can't bring him into any of this.

I'm a monster.