The Hale Legacy is my own Spin-off idea of the MTV series Teen Wolf, but without the teen drama. Once I have the main characters established, I will begin writing story lines in Episode form. I hope to create 10 episodes per season. Thanks for reading my story, and welcome to the Hale Legacy.
Leaving Caldwell
The fire spread quickly, covering the doors and windows so quickly they were trapped almost before they know they were in danger. The flame spread like a living thing, up the walls and across the ceiling; licking at anything that might light and fuel its vile existence. It reached for them,spitting smoke and ash, choking them even before reaching out to tear at their flesh in searing gouts. The fire was a demon, summoned by hunters to massacre the family.
Parents, siblings, aunts and uncles, cousins; they all burned. The screams of horror filled the air and reached out into the night. First they begged to be saved but after the fire began to ravage them,they begged for death. Then their raw,burned throats could only scream until all became silent.
Somewhere beyond the flames the hunters stood, laughing,taunting their enemies; reveling in the deaths of women and children. These cowards, unable to fight honorably,massacred them all and watched as they burned.
Mason woke suddenly, calling out to his father. It had been two days since he had received the call. He hadn't been there to see what had happened to his family. He hadn't seen the house burn, or he too would be dead. He had been safe on the other side of the country; but the pain and horror they felt had called out to him, echoing in his mind and soul. He didn't just feel their loss. He felt their death.
He had thought he had enough pain losing D just a few days before. She had never truly been his. It was a fantasy they shared for too short a time, but now her husband wanted to work things out. Mason couldn't stand in the way if there was any chance for them to save their family, so he walked away. They hadn't been together long, but it stung none the less. The loss of his own family was killing him, how could he get in the way of someone else's?
The second call was an even bigger shock. The family had no leader, no alpha, and so the eldest of the remaining pack had called upon Mason to take over the care of the family. They wanted him to take over the accounts and find a new safe haven for what was left of the Hale family. His great uncle Matthias had asked him to scout a property in Washington State. Now all he had to do is sell his house and tell his friends goodbye.
Tuesday morning he had talked to the Realtor and by 10 AM a for sale sign was standing in the front yard of 39 High view Rd. With no word to anyone, he started packing. Best if he went quietly. D and her husband had lots of friends in Caldwell. The guys at the firehouse will miss him, and there were a few others. God he had to get his head out of this black cloud. He wanted his last days in Caldwell to be good ones.
Wednesday morning, Mason stood in front of his house staring at the for sale sign. His tie-on white cotton pants and slippers kept him descent, but he hadn't put on a shirt. His beard had grown out over the last few days and made him look a little older. His tanned chest and arms stood out in stark contrast to his white pants. The muscles tensed just slightly,but not flexing. His hair looked tussled as if he had just rolled out of bed. The perfect 64 degree overnight temp still clung to the air. He never got cold. His internal furnace kept his skin warm to the touch, even in the coldest of winter. Many mistook it for a fever, but he'd been that way since he had turned about 14.
His coffee stood untouched in his hand. He was smiling a sad, sweet smile remembering the day he bought this house. His parents and cousin had flown out to see it. His dad just couldn't understand why he loved the east coast so much. "Not as many earthquakes for one,Dad." He had told him with a smile. His father just shook his head and patted him on the back. "Whatever makes you happy", were the only words his father could muster for him.
He stood there, remembering the good times; smiling.
