Jurius
I exited the driver's seat and went to open the door for my mom.
“You’re a gentlewolf as your dad,” she said with a smile as she took her time from the front seat.
I returned her smile, locked the car door, and went to the trunk to retrieve the bags of groceries.
My mom thought getting out of the house would take my mind off not obtaining my soulmate last night. It wasn’t helping. Every dark object I spotted in the supermarket reminded me of her long curly hair and her eyes. I was starting to hate the colour black.
I carried the bags into the kitchen and place them down. Kathara hugged me, showing she cared about what had happened.
I then exited the kitchen giving her and Mom the time to prepare dinner. This evening, dinner was going to be a feast. It was like a thanksgiving for us wolf shifters, kept at the end of the day after every mating season.
After the mating season, wolves were to be very hungry. The mating season incredibly created an effect on their appetite.
Dad was returning from the forest when I got outside. As the alpha, he had to make sure all wolf shifters of his pack during the mating season were safe. He ensured humans weren’t out hunting at that time or idling teenagers roaming about. Wolf shifters are considered angry at that time, they hated being interrupted when they were with their soulmate, I’ve heard.
My head lowered, sullenly. Teenagers are eager to be 18 so they could be considered an adult, to do whatever they pleased but for a wolf shifter, it’s all about finding their soulmate; another half of them. It hurts that my next half is a weak human and not a wolf shifter.
I heard a van approaching our land, it was Mr. Curtis, a farmer who would often carry a bulk of crops to us.
“Give me a hand, Jurius,” he came out of his van slamming the door.
I ran to help him remove the large bags of carrots, potatoes, and the other crops my mom had ordered from him.
“You’re a strong young man,” said Mr. Curtis as he observed me carrying two bags simultaneously. Wolf shifters were strong, but an alpha was stronger.
My dad came to greet him as I carried the bags inside, when I came back Mr. Curtis was driving away, and a look on my father’s face that showed he was upset with me.
I stood still, as I watched my father walk quickly over to me.
Did he find out somehow that I did find my soulmate? I was worried.
“Son,” he called as he stopped before me. “What did I tell you about using your full strength?”
I exhaled relieved.
“Sorry, father," I apologized.
He pulled me close to him hugged me and kissed me on my forehead, my eyes closed at his fatherly love.
“I don’t want to be too hard on you at this time, but always remember we can’t risk human being curiously about us. As an alpha we must protect the secrets of our kind.”
“Yes, father.”
As I watched my father head inside, I knew I cannot let him down. He had so much trust in me to carry on this pack when one day he'll be unable to. I cannot allow the other alphas to laugh at him knowing his firstborn has been cursed to be with a human. I’ll have to kill my soulmate quickly before the next full moon and too, in secret.
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Ripping her neck apart, no, that’s not good, I planned ways to kill my soulmate. My dad is the head of the sheriff's station, he would find out she wasn't killed by a human, and the case would lead to me, he knew my scent. I cannot risk disappointing him. I was glad I didn’t do it the said night.
I got off the bed and sat in front of my bedroom window, leering off into the forest as I thought about more ways to get rid of my human soulmate. Chopping her into tiny pieces with a machete, again, wouldn’t be good. First, the human sheriff would believe it’s a human who did it, but my dad who's always in for solving the case for a safer town, will know again by traces of my scent it was me.
Wolf shifters were good at recognizing a human age. The first time I saw her, I knew she was seventeen. She would be going to the same school as I. School re-opens within 2 days. I could poison her, throw something in her drink when she’s not looking. My dad would not assume she was killed by one of our kind. I'd just have to dispose of the water bottle so it doesn't lead to me.
She seemed depressed anyhow, her family could take her death as suicidal. I smirked at my plan.