THE DARK ALPHA'S CURSE

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER NINE:

I awoke to rough tugging on my legs. I groaned, my exhaustion had caught up with me and it seemed pretty determined to give me a TKO, the Mike Tyson kind.

It came again, the tug, and I felt pulled from the blossoming peace, tranquility and quiet calm of dreamless sleep into the cold, turbulent icy waters of awakened consciousness.

"Osas!", my mom was calling in hushed tones.
Her voice had a metallic sheen to it, reverberating and flapping like a parachute in a cave.

I moaned, grumbling something along the lines of why God had to create such a tormenting species called moms, and finally got one eye open after endless struggle.

Making no effort to hide my displeasure, I growled at my mom, "what is it?"

I think she smiled in self amusement, but I can't be too sure. She held out something in her left hand, and it seemed she wanted me to take whatever it was.

When I made no attempt to, she slapped my legs again, jolting me to reality.

At my furious glare, which I believe spoke my feelings that had it been someone else, he or she would have missed an artery by now, she spoke, her voice again sounding like the flapping of five bird flocks in unison.

"Ralph's dad is on the line to speak with you", she dropped the phone into my outstretched arm and left the room, arranging her wrapper over her nightie.

"Hello sir".
"Hello, my boy. I'm afraid its ill wind that brings me to you".

"What is it sir? How can I be of any assistance?"

"Its Ralph", his deep gruff baritone voice came over the phone.

At the mention of the name, I stood up, rolling out of my mosquito net to lock my door and stand by my window.

"What happened to him sir?", I forced myself to remain calm.

At his own end, he seemed to consider and choose his words carefully.

"He's been kidnapped!", he breathed, and as I felt his emotions wash over me, even through the phone, I almost fell, my knees losing its purpose as it seemed to have a framework of not bones, but noodles.

I held on to the window's protector for balance, as the implications washed over me.

Through the phone, all I could discern was pure grief.
Over the distance!

Tears slid down my eyes, as I realized the amount of pain his family was going through, all because I'd been weak and too stupid to have cased my surrounding.

He was still speaking, "...well, they just called and have demanded ransom. I was thinking I could stop by your house by seven so I could fill you in on my way to get the cash".

Without skipping a heartbeat, I affirmed, and he apologized for waking me up at so early, then bid me goodnight as the call ended.

I stood, looking outside my window.

The phone's screensaver told time to be 02:38 am.
I flung the phone to my bed, and gripped at the window sills.

Here was I, the so called Abominable Monstrosity.
I'd been given several names during my service in the last of the Bloodpack wars, due to my character.

Any body I deemed was an opposition was always put down, and it came as no surprise that I was top on the winning side.

I'd defeated my Alpha, which caused my name to go far and wide.