"I hope one day, my heart isn't wrapped in paper memories of what we were because I am so tired of my thoughts creating thunder and hurting my heart. I don't want my heart to be a battleground for my suffering anymore. I am going to try and put these memories of us to rest. And hopefully, one day they wouldn't make a sound." - Unknown
On 5 August 2002,
A little 9-year-old boy sat on a heavy wooden chair that he had dragged from the other side of the room near a small window which overlooked the whole pack. He pressed his face close to the glass of the window and gazed outside, his little hands leaving imprints on the window where he had placed them.
The streets which were usually crowded with couples returning from long runs in the forest and teenagers grouped together testing their skills, looked deserted today. Women who usually stood in small groups discussing every little thing happening out there in the pack, while watching their kids playing, brawling and fighting, were nowhere to be seen.
He never played with the children. He was the only son of Alpha Kai Evans.
He was going to be the future alpha of Evans pack. He was the heir.
And being a future alpha was no joke for anyone, thus leading him to start training at the early age of 8. Nothing extraordinary or over the top yet, just the introduction to the roots of his pack's culture and business.
His young mind was often incapable of grasping all those tactics and techniques that he was supposed to master. His mother trusted him, reassured him quite often but the young boy somewhere in his heart was terrified of not living up to the high expectations of his parents and the pack.
But his father had said that they were the pillars which formed the foundation of the pack, so he tried his very best to understand them. He worked even in the play hours after completing school work as he wanted his ma to be happy again, his father proud, and his family back to the way it was once all smiles and kisses.
Not to mention, he wanted to be the best alpha out there, who loved and protected the pack members with his own life as he had promised his ma.
Even at such a young age, it was crystal clear on his face how much he loved and cared for the pack.
He hated violence, wanted to be an alpha who would be known for his level-headedness and peaceful ways. That wouldn't mean his pack would be weak, they would be the strongest pack out there who would be able to handle any force striking against them.
To distract himself from those now unattainable thoughts of being a future alpha, he gazed far at the vast land covered with dense forest. He hoped to see something that would hold his attention, for the time being, that would divert his mind away from the circumstances that he was stuck in.
But today, on this most unfortunate day of his life, it seemed his luck had completely run out. There weren't any wolves patrolling the area. There was no silly fighting and training going on in the large ring-shaped arena in the center of the forest. Younger wolves were trained there, and pack fighters often indulged in challenging each other in brawls. Others placed bets on which one was going to come out as a winner.
The blood, the viciousness of those fights, and the unforgivable attacks brought a big deal of entertainment for those wild creatures.
He usually visited his father's beta, John, or any other warrior who used to teach him basic moves of attack and self-defense. At the same time, the alpha observed juveniles and pack warriors performances and abilities and improvised them to his best ability.
He hadn't gotten his wolf yet, it would happen only after 7 months, on his 10th birthday. On that day he would shift into his second form, his wild form, his nature.
But he didn't need wolf vision and hearing to realize the calm in the pack.
Even all the birds in the forest had flown away; the little furry creatures that were always chasing after nuts were nowhere to be seen.
The silence was almost deafening.
The sun was covered with black clouds and the sky was dark and gloomy as if in perfect sync with his mood. He thought that maybe nature can understand his thoughts, understand him, but again, it was way too calm.
It was as if a storm would be hitting soon, mercilessly destroying everything in its path. And he would be left feeling utterly hopeless, devastated and scattered in pieces to be picked. He would be broken, never again the same.
He shook his head to get rid of such depressing and negative thoughts, burying his head in the space on top of knees as his legs were folded. He wrapped his arms around his legs to make himself appear smaller, seeking some warmth and comfort.
He craved the familiarity of his mother's arms around him, shielding him from the horrors of the outside world.
His stomach growled out of hunger as he had not eaten anything in two days. But he refused to go out of his room, his safe haven for now, in search of anything edible.
He turned to gaze at the bright yellow wall covered with sparkling stars, desperate to divert his attention to anything else other than his body's need for food and nourishment.
His mother had once told him that the yellow color symbolizes happiness and the stars represents dreams.
She had said that his dreams were always reachable, he just needs to concentrate and work hard enough to reach them, to be stubborn and powerful enough to attain them and to be smart enough to keep them forever.
He must always keep looking forward towards new ones, towards the future because there is no end to it.
Just then he heard loud and clear footsteps climbing up the stairs, making him snap out of the fuzzy thoughts clouding his mind. A shiver passed through his body making goosebumps rise all over the skin.
His childish brain had thought that if he wouldn't go looking for trouble then trouble won't come looking for him. It was a simple philosophy that seemed perfectly logical in his mind.
That's what had kept him cooped up in this room since last day. To remain absolutely quiet so that he wouldn't draw any unnecessary attention to himself.
His mind was telling him to run, screaming at him to evade from the fate that was standing just on the other side of the door but his feet remain frozen.
Instead, he pressed himself closer to the wooden chair, frame shrinking in itself, trying to shield himself from the unknown. Fear gripped his heart and soul as he closed his eyes tightly and little hands clenched to form small tight fists. His thoughts were chaotic, vision blurred and body numb, incapable of even a little movement.
He remembered his ma's words, her picture flashing before his eyes.
" You are strong enough to face it all Aadolf, even though it doesn't feel like it right now. Don't let your fear stop you."
Alacris Valencia had always lived a perfect life. Aadolf Cadman had lived anything but. She wanted him as soon as she saw him without knowing what they were. He simply didn't despite the knowledge.
It's not selfish to do what is best for you though. However, some battles are meant to lose. So, between two people of similar strong will, one whose world is clouded by darkness and another who burns as bright as fire, who will lose?
~~*All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes."~~