JACK'S POV
I still can't say for sure why my uncle or my dad hasn't found us yet. Is it because we don't have a scent they can sniff? I can't wait to morph into my werewolf and scare the hell out of every of my bully.
"Come over here, poor boy." This stranger hit me on the forehead once more, apportioning some tedious work for me to do.
I complain as my forehead remains creased, "I am tired. Perhaps you can do the rest of the work all by yourself."
He raises his brows quizzically, "really? Who then should feed you?"
Jake's voice drops to w whisper, man's tired, "just release us already and we will fend for ourselves."
"That is not going to happen." He says and begins to laugh wickedly.
"Doing the work you gave to me ain't going to happen either." I remain obstinate and perceive someone is coming behind me to maybe cause some harm to me. I lower my back immediately the figure runs and almost crashes me. The person rather crashes to the ground which surprises the stranger.
"Trained for a decade. Young yet experienced." I assert boldly, but he pursues me with his wolf strength and drags me to his boss.
"This boy has proved very stubborn. His brother is also stubborn, but a bit less than he is." He informs.
"Let him be. Call his brother as well. I want to see both of them." The boss responds. I am sure the stranger never expected this kind of response.
"My grandson." He says with an expressionless face. I think if someone finds his son or grandson or a relative or someone very dear to you, you should talk with emotions, but the opposite is the scenario now.
"How may I help you?" I retort, though I am no match for him at all. He's way taller than I am, has a very broad chest and gyms every day. He also has a very deep voice and he can run as fast as a deer. A knock os heard on the door and when I open it, the stranger splashes paint to my face. I am puzzled by that, I think Jake should have knocked. When his boss realizes what he did, he straps a gun to his fingers and fire bullets at him. The stranger drops dead. I gasp at this scenario, as hot blood oozes out of his body. Jake soon is here and we shut the door, after some group of people lift him to go and dump.
"Who is your father, kids? That could be a passkey to your release." He inquires but I suspect him. Why does he keep asking? Dad never told me I have a grandfather. I think that might be a good and qualified response.
"Dad never informed us about a grand father." I boldly tell him, and he bursts into laughter.
"I am your father's father." He says.
"Which of the fathers?" Jake inquires, looking puzzled.
"Great one! That's a good question. Now, straight to the point, kids. Is Dominic truly your father or is it Alex?"
"Did we give birth to ourselves? What can we do than to believe whatever we are told?" I resonate.
"Wise indeed. I am going to invite one of them and you'll tell me if you think he's your father." He says and my mood is lifted.
"You mean my father is present in the pack?" I ask, eliciting a smile from Jake.
He speaks some words in Latin and soon enough, the door is opened and some men kick Dominic to the ground. He's been beaten severely and his lips are pale. His eyes feel weak but he doesn't bring down his stares from me. Jake pities his condition but we are both determined to reject him as our father.
"Is he?" The grandfather asks once more.
"He's not my dad. This is my uncle." Jack says.
Jake chuckles at my abrupt truth, and he adds, "he's just a friend to my mom, nothing more.
We thought he would smile as well. Maybe Dominic has been feeding him lies. But when we glare at him, his expression looks dangerous and I am scared.
"Look! Face here and hear me out!" He screams, calling us to attention, "your biological father is Dominic and that's the bitter truth. When next you deny him as your father, you will face the panel. You know what that means?"
We shake our head in disagreement.
"OK, I will explain it to you. You will be beaten just like your father and you will never have access to your wolf until you're almost fifty years old." He narrates. If not for my wolf's delay, I would disobey him. I don't care if I am beaten. When my wolf settles within me, I will be healed instantly. I have seen a lot of movies and read a lot of books of werewolf.
"Thanks for this, grandfather. We now know Dominic is our father, but if I may ask, what about the other person?" Jake says.
"Orion?" I ask him, not trying to mention Alex so the grandfather don't get angry.
"I heard you call him Alex." Grandfather corrects.
"Yeah, we do, but it always annoys my uncle... sorry, my dad, so we decided to call him Orion." I inform.
"If he's annoyed at the moment, he can only show it through his expression. I have left him in chains soaked with silver for a long while now." He says.
"Why? Please, grandfather, why?! He might lose his wolf!" I stare coldly at him and he chuckles evilly, "you suddenly start caring about him?"
"We want to leave here, father. Here's all we request for." I tender before him.
"Fine, you won't stay too long anymore. Just morph into your wolf and then, I can release you."
"Grandfather, that's still in two to three years. Do you want to keep us hostage till then?" I ask, feeling bad about his statements.
"When you get lost, you can find yourself and defend yourself against any rogue. You can also release your scent so people looking for you might locate you very quicker than having to scream your name through the forest.
"Return him!" He orders as the men leads Dominic back to one tattered building, tying him to the walls and delivering several strokes of whips on him.
"Hey kids, I need your help." Grandfather starts to whisper, "there are some ladies out there and I need five of them for something private. Could you please help me lure them into this place?"
"And we gain freedom in return?" I ask but he reclines his pack, reciting his anthem again, "you need to morph into your wolf before you are released, Jack."
"What then do we gain from obeying you?" Jake asks.
"Freedom to live here without having to pay. Even those I forced to be here, they had to pay to live here.
"That's terrible." I say, chuckling amidst my words, "I am certain you either want to have sex with them or you want to kill them for some sister purposes."
"The intention should not concern you. Carry out my command, now!" He screams.
"Imagine having sex with tons of ladies that we referred to you. Who would be blamed later? Not those that showed them to a traitor, a tyrant, a monster!
I qualify him, stand up from the chair as I make my way out. He's dumbfounded by the level of my confidence and I am ready to show him more proofs that I am the son of my father. Soon Enough, I can see a lot of girls walking down a street. Some are teenager by the judge of looks, and some are above. I approach one of them to engage in a conversation I might not later keep.