Authors note: Hello to whomever is reading my story. I would like to say thanks :) This is my first story that I have published and I would love to hear your feedback. I wish to thank someone close to me "The Flash" for pointing out my mishaps lol
Chapter. 1
As I stand there in the pouring down rain watching as they lower my mother's casket into the ground I started to think of my childhood. I try not to remember much about my childhood it's a very unhappy one. I never met my father just saw a picture of him on my 10th birthday when I asked my mother where he was. She pulled it out of a box she keep under the bed. Growing up I was picked on in grade school and middle was no fun either I was the nerd. The summer before high school I hit the gym and got myself a job at the local pub cleaning tables. I buffed out a bit and had money to buy new clothes. I was then part of the "it" crowd for once I was happy.
But that is when things started to change. My mother grew deathly ill and a few years after treatments that lead to false hope she could not or would not pay for anymore. She died on my 18 birthday. Her last words to me were "Live for me." As the priest put a hand on my shoulder he pulled me out of my memories. "Randall why don't you go home and get some rest. It is never easy to lose someone close to you but it will get easy with time my son." Said the priest in a soft enough tone. My head snapped up feeling for the first time rage bubbling within me. "Right sure." I said threw clenched teeth turning away from the man I did not wish to start anything with I started to run.
The rain had stopped by now but the sky looked more darker than when it was raining. I found myself climbing the steps to the apartment my mother and I once shared. Unlocking the door I slammed it close and walked towards my bedroom. I stretched out across my bed closing my eyes trying not to shed any more tears. More memories started to flash before my eyes ones I did not wish to see.
I felt rage build up in my body once more and screamed as a flash of heat coursed threw my body. Sitting up my skin felt like it was about to burst into flames. Feeling the sweat fall off I got up and walked to the bathroom. As my body began to shake my knee's buckled from under me and I screamed out again as my skin was burning off. I pulled myself up using the sink for help I looked into the mirror. Seeing my eyes turn black and foaming at the mouth I dropped to the floor once more screaming in pain as I felt my skin tear off replacing it with fur, my hands and feet with big paws. Hearing myself howl for the first time scared the living shit out of me. Wishing all of this was a nightmare I laid down on the cool tile floor and shut my eyes wishing myself to sleep.
When I woke up the sun was shinning threw the window of the bathroom. I sat up a bit dumbfounded as to why I was naked and my clothes sheered to bits all around me. I grabbed a towel as I remembered what happened to me last night. "No way." I said out loud "No fucking way." I shook my head trying to rid myself of these thoughts. Hoping that a cold shower would clear my head of any more confusion.
Wanting Answers I went in to my mother's room. Seeing it empty mad me feel sad and angry at the same time. Pulling out the box under her bed, I sat on the floor and opened it only to see the picture I was shown on my birthday so many years ago. There was also a journal in there addressed to me saying "Do not open till your an adult". Upon opening it I saw a picture of a wolf along with pictures of my father. The Journal explained the history of werewolves and how they tied to the Black's family tree. Also finding a copy of a birth announcement newspaper clipping.
Under the picture it had The baby's birth date which was two days after I was born. Looking at the picture it made me angry There was my father holding a baby that was not me with a woman that was not my mother. I know right then and there that baby was my half sibling. "Son of a bitch." Feeling rage within, my body once again. I tried to shake it off as I did not want to turn once more. Needing answers I looked at the newspaper clipping again. La Push Washington. Not thinking, I grabbed the journal along with the few things I could cram into the only gym bag I had and went to the airport with questions that only my father could answer...