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The Red
17 years ago...
"Cmon sweet heart. Not much more to go" Travis Brewer calmed his agonized wife Maria. His hand pushed back the hair on her sweat stained forehead. And planted a kiss on her pale white knuckles as she gripped for dear life.
Travis was terrified. His wife was giving birth to their first born child. And If he/she was anything like Travis, it would be their last.
Travis was not ordinary. He had inhabited traits from his ancestors before him like his own grandfather had. But it had skipped his own father all together. Travis Brewer, is a werewolf. Well not exactly a 'werewolf' as such but a wolf shifter. He has the choice of weather or not to shift, full moon or not
At the birth of Travis himself he had been lucky that his mother was a shifter two. Or she would have been killed at his arrival to the world. Humans cannot live to raise werewolf children
He feared for his own wifes life and regretted hiding the secrete of himself from her. He could only prey the child was human.
The home doctor the Brewers had called in began his process of helping along the babies entrance to the world.
"We're almost there Maria. One last push" Doctor Meyers instructed. She obeyed without a world. Odd for her, listening to instructions. that's what Travis had admired so much about his wife. Her way of never backing down, or always striving for greatness. he hoped that is something we can pass down.
A wounded cry filled the room and Travis smiled down at his wife's slack face. Relief filled her features and brought tears of joy to both their eyes. "It's a boy" Was heard echoing throughout the room.
"T-Travis" She spoke meekly. "Yes my love" he whispered back to her. A sad smile plastered her lips. "May I see him. Before I go?" She whispered. Travis looked petrified. "Your not going anywhere." he told her kissing her hand again. "I am Trav. I'm dying. It's okay." She whispered. A tear rolled down he pale sunken cheek. The doctor had not heard the conversation but handed the bundle to Maria. "I'll leave you three for a while." He said with a nod before exiting.
Maria held her son weakly in her arms. "My beautiful boy" She cooed pressing a kiss to her son's cheek. "What should we name him?" Travis questioned as another tear rolled down his cheek. "Jack. Jack Brewer" She smiled down at the child. "Don't break too many hearts Jack." She whispered. "I love you both" She said to her to favourite boys.
Travis watched silently as the light abandoned her eyes and slowly fell shut. "No." He muttered under his breathe. "No! NO!" He sobbed clutching the love of his life's hand to no avail.
Jack broke into a fit of tears as well and Travis stopped his grieving for the moment. And picked his son up for the fist time. Two small markings we're left on both cheeks and his face remained swollen and red from his tears.
"Shhh" Travis whisper. Relaxing the child into serenity. Jack's eyes opened wide and stared back at the man holding him. The tell tale signs of the Brewer Gene were lost in his chocolate Wolf brown eyes, The Wolf eyes his own father owned.
"Looks like it's just you and me bud" He murmured to his son.
17 years later.
"HIYA!" Jack shouted loudly as his fist collided with the cinder blocks stack. They crumbled to pieces under the teens fearsome fists.
Jack had started training in martial arts at the tender age of 3. Trained by his grandfather, a master sensei. Jack's father had the same training as Jack. It built his self control against the creature inside. But that did not tame the outer creature.
Jack had grown up a secluded person. People were threatened by Jack's height, muscles and athletic abilities. Plus the 6th degree black belt held to his name.
But in actual fact Jack was a kind hearted soul, a hard worker and a natural leader. 'the making of an Alpha' his father would say. Jack had grown up fully aware of his heritage and power. But never abused it. Even though it gave him strength and speed of a god, he always held back to keep suspicions down.
The baby seen 17 years prior was now almost a man.
His hair was a dark brown and shaggy skater cut, his face perfectly sculpted and the two markings still sat. He had pecked at just over 6'2 feet tall. His genes and karate training had built young Jack to a near perfect physical condition.
His female classmates constantly swooned at the sight of the handsome teen whenever he entered a room. But all they could do was look.
Jack had never allowed anyone to close to him before and since he had grown up in a small town in Arizona everyone new the unofficial rules of Jack.
1- Never make direct eye contact.
2- Avoid physical contact.
3- Never, piss him off.
The last rule was based off the after math of an incident that occurred not 4 years ago, when a cocky new kid assumed himself superior to Jack and began mocking his family. Somehow he had discovered Jack's mothers death, and used that in spiteful remarks.
Boy did he regret that. And so did his arm... And nose... and ribs... and well everywhere in between
Well that'll teach him. Never piss off a Brewer. Ever.
Jack wiped the dust remaining on the plains of his hands. "Good work Jack" His father said proudly patting him on the back. Jack smiled a little. His father was his idol. Raising Jack alone. Karate expert, holding the C.E.O of a major company as well as balancing the fact he's part wolf...
"Thanks" Jack muttered re-stacking the objects.
"No no Jack. I gotta talk to you for a minute" Travis spoke. Placing a hand over the brick stack. Jack stopped and looked at his father. Jack was ever so slightly shorter than the man whom stood at 6'3.
"Well Jack..." His father huffed out. "Your grandfathers sick." Travis spoke. Jack froze in place. His heart rate speed faster. No words escaped though. "The doctors don't know what it is." Travis spoke. His words cracking as he did so.
Jack gulped loudly. "We're moving to Seaford. To be with him" Jack nodded solemnly.
His Grandfather was Jack's other father in a sense. Since the Wolf trait had skipped Robert Brewer (Jack's grandfather) he had the immune system of any other human.
"When do we leave?" Jack spoke eagerly. Suddenly feeling his heroics kicking in. He needed to see his Grandfather... Like now.
Travis sighed sadly. "When ever your ready."
"I'm ready now" Jack spoke stiffly.
"What about your frie-"
"Don't have any. I'm gonna go pack" Jack shouted already half out of the room.
Jack threw the door open with a little to much force but he didn't care. Thoughts crowded his mind as he mindlessly packed all his belongings. Ripping and tearing his posters from the surrounding walls. Shoving clothes into a tightly compacted duffel bag and suite cases.
Within an hour the room was striped bare. Huffing loudly Jack scanned the empty area.
With a nod he picked his bags up all at once. balancing everything on his shoulders as he charged back down the stairs.
Travis was already packed and ready. His stuff waiting at the bottom of the staircase. "Let's go." Jack muttered walking past Travis towards the black jaguar his father owned.
Robbert Brewer lived in the small town of Seaford, On a private estate near the forest area. Seaford had everything, Sunshine, beaches, woods, mountains, snow, and a small city complex.
Jack had always loved spending summers at Seaford whilst growing up but he mainly kept to the woods and the estate.
The car surprisingly fit everything. After multiple attempts at shoving the boot down.
The pair speed off to the next state. California.
The drive was silent, but quick. The duo arrived to the Brewer estate and Jack pressed the keys into the gates pad.
The car had hardly stopped when Jack bolted out the Jag and up the massive set of marble stairs.
"Grandpa?" He questioned stepping into he mansion door. "Jack my boy!" echoed around the large room. Travis followed up behind Jack. Each of them smiled as the elderly man wandered towards the front door. "Hello!" He said in a happy go lucky tone of voice. "Hey Dad." Travis said pulling him into a hug. Family was the most important thing to any Brewer. It was the true sign of loyalty to your roots.
"Hey Grandpa" Jack spoke hugging the man. "Hey. How my favourite grandson?" Jack rolled his eyes. "Only" Jack spoke blandly. "Fine I guess."
"But I think the question is. How are you dad?" Travis spoke.
Robbert sighed, "Well. The doctor said I'd be alright for another month or two. But it's all down hill from there" Jack's jaw clenched. "God I wish I could shift you sometimes old man," Travis sighed.
You see. Werewolves have a toxin. It's not like poison. It's is simply concentrated wolf DNA. It can turn a regular human into a werewolf. Hence 'shift'. But if the gene naturally is in your blood already and your human then a shifter is impossible.
"Now now son. Let's focus on the positives. Jack'll be starting his new school tomorrow. I already enrolled him" Robbert spoke. Jack tilted his head back and let out a groan. No matter where you are. School is school.
"C'mon now Jack! You'll love Seaford high!" Travis spoke patting Jack on the back. The estates butlers began catering boxes and bags to the rooms Travis and Jack would be situated in.
Jack's room was on the third floor whilst the others rooms were on the second.
Jack noticed a butler carrying Jack's guitar. "I'll take that" Jack muttered grasping his prized possession. It was the thing his mother had left him. Everyday Jack was guilty with the burden of his own mothers death. Travis denied Jack's fault in the tragedy but the young mans heroics still held all the guilt.
Jack's mother had been a beautiful musician. A singer, guitarist and pianist. Jack had seen old home video's of his mother playing the very guitar Jack held and singing. Jack just so happened to be bitten by the music bug and began playing guitar and piano as well as him being a natural singer. This only seemed to add onto Jack's list of traits girls found so lovable about him.
* He's smart
* Handsome as hell
* Sports star
* musician
* Hero
* Mysterious
* Dangerous
* And a mean 8 pack.
Travis looked at his son's protectiveness over the instrument and chuckled slightly. "Your so possessive Jack. God can't wait to see you with a girlfriend" He joked. Robbert chuckled. "You were the exact same way with Maria." Robbert informed his own son. Jack and Travis rolled their eyes. "Well, I'm gonna go upstairs and un-pack." Jack grumbled. A little pissed at the 'possessive' comment.
Jack jogged up the staircases and weaved through the halls to his guest room. Which he would now take full ownership of.
The room itself was already designed for Jack. Since that was his personal room. The bed was a kingsized with a black and white check pattern. The walls were red with black panelings on top and bottom. Posters of Bobby Wasabi, Skateboards and signed guitars lined his walls.
A black work desk sat in the right wall and a punching bag hung from the roof on the left.
Jack placed the guitar down delicately and unpacked all his bags. Just as he folded away his last shirt his rooms intercom beeped into action.
"Dinner Jack" Spoke either Robbert or Travis. Jack wandered back down the grand staircase and into the kitchen. It was a Monday, So they always ate dinner on the sofa.
Jack grabbed his plate of a large pork chop and other vegetable's.
The trio of Brewers walked into the TV room and flopped onto the over sized sofa.
Robbert flipped on the TV and they began their Monday ritual.
'this is how it's gunna be now..'
Hey guys. This is my first ever Fanfiction story. Please give me some feed back. Positive of negative. I don't really mind. I just want to see if theirs anything I can improve on. Thanks. The next chapter should be up soonish.