Her book 2

7: The Curse

(This is kind of long, but bear with me here. If your confused it's just Aramis thinking about his past life to when he first became a wolf. Then it flashes to the last chapter of Layla's P.O.V. And thanks for reading and commenting your thoughts. Don't forget to make that shining star whole😊 )

Aramis POV ~~~~~~~

I know it sounds odd for a hunter to be a werewolf. That's the kind of stuff we protect humans from. But this is my curse. A curse for a crime I didn't do. In fact I don't even know what the crime was.

I remember when the three Elders gave me that curse. Along with a horrible memory, of the death of my father.

"Aramis, for your fathers behavior, of disobeying the Hunters Law, you must be punished as well, for his crimes." spoke the Elders. All three looked down at me with disapproval. I was innocent. They were wrong to say I was guilty. But they were afraid of me picking sides with the person I called my father. They were all stupid. I despised the very man that gave me life. I hated him.

The Elders continued, "Since you didn't have any part of your father's plans, we decided to give you a miner curse. This way you will be reminded to never follow in your father's footsteps." they spoke. They always spoke in a creepy unison.

At that moment a big grey wolf steps into the room. A muzzle was harnessed onto its mouth. It jumped out to get me, but chains kept it in place. My hunters necklace began to glow. Warning me that a demon was near. My slayer sword appeared in my hands. The wolf glared at me with black eyes of hatred.

"You must fight to the death. Prove to us you are on our side." they spoke. "If you kill your father, you might just redeem yourself. If he kills you first, then so be it." they add.

I gasped in disbelief. I looked back at the wolf. It's eyes were a deep brown. I realized that his anger wasn't directed towards me. It was to the elders.
A little girl with blonde hair came out of the shadows. She injected a red liquid into my father's hind leg. Slowly his eyes turned red like a vampires.

I've never seen a wolves eyes change like that.
He roared out with rage. He proceeded to walk forward. The chains groaned and creaked as he walked forward. I held my sword tighter in my grip. It shook in my grip. I tried to hide my nervousness. I had to be ready for whenever he would strike. I've killed hundreds of wolves.

So what was the difference with this one?

He is your father. He still cares for you.

I tried my best to shut that tiny part of my conscience up. I hated him. He was never there for me. After my mother was killed by rouge fairies, he didn't comfort me for our lost. I knew that being a hunter, we have to be ready for death. But we still have feelings. My father was always gone. Experimenting in his lab. Doing who knows what behind those closed door.

So why, in this moment, did I not want to kill him?

That's not a good enough excuse.

Whispers my conscience. I shake my head. I grind my teeth together, trying to forget the good memories I had with him. He did all the things a father should do, when raising a son. But doing it a hunters way. Teaching me how to fight demons stronger then me. Showing me how to channel energy from all around me, to give me strength to fight. I knew he still loved me. A small part of me, deep down, might still care for him.

The chains finally gave way. Intrupting my thoughts. He snatched the muzzle off his face. He charged at me with his powerful legs. In two big leaps, he had reached me. I sliced the sword through the air. I was channeling energy to my muscles and bones. The tip of my blade grazed his fur. He whined in pain, as the silver burned his skin.