Cursed By Fate

Laura was still in a state of panic when she heard his voice. “Calm down they’re gone and I’m already healing.” Wolf’s bane could not kill Carl, just weaken him enough for Jack to finish him off.

Seeing as the immediate danger had been averted. He could focus on his healing, even though the effects of the poison were slow to wear off.

“Who could have thought you’d be such a badass” He teased as she helped him back inside the cabin.

“This isn’t gonna work you know, trying to cheer me up.” Laura said as she helped him sit down on the wooden chair beside the kitchen counter.

She was reaching for the first aid kit so she could clean and disinfect his wounds. “So not only did I fail to protect you, my humor sucks also?” Carl said looking at her as she retrieved the box.

“You know I don’t see it that way, I’m just tired of being the victim all the time. I mean aren’t you?” Laura asked. At that point her words resonated so deep within Carl’s sub conscious.

Even though he didn’t want to encourage the vindictive side of her he had begun to observe, she was right. He is an Apex predator, the son of an Alpha, and all his life he’d been forced to play the role of the oppressed, victim to his aggressors.

When exactly was he gonna put a stop to it. Laura observed his silence and noticed he didn’t react to the alcohol poured over the slowly regenerating flesh. The bleeding had stopped but until he was able to expel the rest of the wolf’s bane, he was handicapped.

“I didn’t mean to come off harsh” Laura said after a few seconds of silence had passed. She placed her hand on his face and gave him an encouraging look.

“No it’s fine, you should not have to go through this.” He replied as he pulled her into his arms for a warm reassuring embrace.

She knelt down between his legs and tightened her grip around him as though she would never let him go.

After a couple of minutes, he loosened his hold over her and said “C’mon we have to catch up with John”. She opened her eyes and exclaimed “Oh my God …Caroline!”

Tears filled her eyes as she backed away and stood up in order to let Carl get up. She tried to assist him but he insisted on getting up on his own. She looked around the living room searching for the keys to Caroline’s car.

Eventually she found them close to where she had been shot.

She helped Carl get in the passenger seat and got in the driver’s seat herself. “Seatbelts!” she said as she started the vehicle and sped off hoping to meet up with John before it was too late.

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“You might wanna slow down a bit, nobody’s following us” Jack said as Lyon was running at least 110mph.

Lyon didn’t listen as he maintained his speed trying to get away from that disaster as fast as possible. His first hunt was not only disappointing but a complete mess. It was worse than he feared, a part of him started having doubts about still becoming a hunter.

Suddenly, he hit the brakes, this caused jack to jerk forward and crack the windshield with his forehead. “Dammit get the hell out and let me drive before you kill us both.

Lyon brought the car to a halt almost too eagerly as he got down to vomit by the side of the road. His body was still in shock. “There…. there you’re alright” Jack said as he got down from the truck and headed over to pat him on the back gently.

After three minutes of deep breaths and relaxation as instructed by Jack behind the truck, Lyon was able to recollect himself and walked to the driver’s side.

“Oh no you don’t, I got this, you already plenty” Jack said as he took the driver’s seat and watched as Lyon Walked over to the passenger seat. “You did good boy, trust me, we just had some unexpected happenings that’s all. I’m proud of you, and I’m sure your dad would be too.”

Jack encouraged him rubbing his right shoulder.

Jack turned on the ignition and got back on the road. He maintained a moderate speed for a while until they got back on the dirt road that led to his compound. For the first time in years, Jack forgot to check the motion sensors.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Perhaps it was because of the fact that he was worried about Lyon or his mind was preoccupied with the whole scenario that took place at John’s cabin.

He would come to regret that decision in a few minutes when he pulled in the drive way. As he parked, Jack observed his front door was broken in.

He got down and looked around before asking Lyon to hand him the revolver. “Stay in the car” he said. As he approached the front entrance, he exercised a great deal of caution as he could see no other person in sight.

“It’s ironic that you too fear death, child murderer.” Elijah said loud enough to be heard but not giving away his position. Jack was enraged but tried to maintain his composure. “Let’s get out of here boy” he yelled as he signaled Lyon.

Lyon was trying to scale over to the driver seat when a beast like hand with claws grabbed and pulled him out through the window. It was the Alpha’s spy.

“Oh shit…. uncle Jack…. Help!” It was the first time he ever addressed Jack in that manner. Jack hearing the element of terror in his nephew’s voice turned around.

He saw a half morphed werewolf with dark brown eyes and a huge athletic stature. Without any hesitation, the wolf slashed through Lyon’s throat with his claws.

He let go after such a deep fatal wound to the young man’s neck, leaving him to gasp for air as blood gushed out his jugular profusely. Lyon held his neck as he struggled to breathe lying on the floor.

It took a matter of seconds but after an intense struggle, His body became still as his pupils were dilated. Jack initial instinct was to try and save him , but all he could do was to stand there frozen as he knew, Lyon was dead.