Chapter 3 A Spoiled Rich Brat

-Mekra-

I became that spoiled rich brat asking for anything from his rich dad. Assuming I was rich, which I'm not. I'm a werewolf, how can I be rich like Batman? I don't live in a cave of wonders and have a magic lamp to rub then ask a genie for some money. Oh sorry, that was Aladdin.

"You'll go to Main Land with a big flying ship with two giant sails," Dad answered flatly.

Wait, what???

I was extremely confused to the point that I knew it was dangerous to know what came next. I unconsciously opened my mouth in awe.

"There's a lot for you to know about being Nasriantra because running is the only thing that's important in your head," Dad sounded mocking.

"I thought werewolves are poor because they don't do business. We have to feed and eat a lot because we stay in the pack," I stood my ground about what I've read in the library.

Dad laughed, "If you were a werewolf in the middle age era, ya... that would apply. But this is the alpha generation era. Nasriantra clan has its way to live a life as werewolves."

"It's time to try and see. That's how you learn nowadays." Dad added and grinned widely.

"I didn't know we're that wealthy..." I was still in awe. Now I feel like Batman.

"Keeping humans safe from the vampires for thousands of generations makes you wealthy when the vampires' assets are left behind because they turned to dust, don't know where it should go. So yeah, we have money..." Dad told the story as he was telling about what menu he had for lunch.

"That's so new that I didn't know if Nasriantra's life is so exciting. I could go traveling on adventures with that money," I accidentally spoke my mind too loud.

Dad laughed and held his stomach. Maybe I was too funny.

"But then again it means that you've read and knew our history, the werewolves' history by heart." Dad was back being serious.

"I wonder why Nasriantra has this kind of way." Dad could see that I looked puzzled.

"Because we're unique and different. Though each clan is unique, but we're so distinctively different from others." dad tried to ease me from my being puzzled.

"Go! My son. Explore the world and find the true meaning of being a werewolf. I know that your heart is free. So be free and find yourself. But you need to remember that Green Valley will always be your home. I know deep down one day, you would wanna stay here forever." Dad finally said his wisdom of thoughts.

"Neal Nasriantra, you ARE my dad! You knew me better than anyone else!" I shouted excitingly.

"I'm the alpha and the head of the clan, I can do anything best for my descendants." dad continued his wisdom of words.

"Aye! Aye! Sir!" now I acted like a pirate.

"Now it's time for you to go outside to the world and find the true meaning of being Nasriantra alpha wolf." That was dad's last line before I went to the Main Land. Whoever thought it was the last line he had ever spoken to me face to face.

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Mekra felt happy. For all his life he didn't know so much about his dad but only for observing what his dad did. He finally felt close to him. With that best memory of his dad, he went to the Main Land.

Crystal jumped here and there from hill to hill to the highest point in the Green Valley so she could see Mekra's ship clearly among the clouds in the blue sky. She reached the highest ground in the Green Valley just to make sure that his ship flew smoothly without any obstacle.

A strong wind brushed her red hair so contrast with the bright blue sky. Crystal was the one who made sure that Mekra's ship was loaded with magic after Cakra had set the whole ship.

Neal, their dad, always hid the fact that both of Mekra's sisters had their own skill set of abilities. Cakra as the first daughter was very good with finance and technology, while Crystal was great with magic. A different kind of way for werewolves to live their lives.

Only Mekra that was left alone to be an old school werewolf because in the end, he had to pass down the history of the Nasriantra werewolves. How their ancestors lived their lives until the recent Nasriantra clan's ways of life. Neal already prepared and set Mekra for that duty, thus he made Mekra satisfied with anything he wanted to do, including running from everything. But in the end was to get back and be the best. You would never know how good you were if you were never tested and challenged yourself in the outside world.

That was how Neal prepared Mekra for that particular heavy burden.

One burden that couldn't be done by both of Mekra's sisters, Cakra and Crystal, no matter how good they were in their fields of ability.

As their dad, Neal Nasriantra always said, "This is the Nasriantra werewolves' way. We don't live in middle age anymore where we fight vampires and protect humans. Eat a lot and feed the clan, then live in some shabby huts. If it's Pizza hut then I guess I can still accept." The glorious Neal, the head of the clan sometimes cracked a joke as well. That was what made them different. The Nasriantra clan.

Crystal meticulously paid attention to her brother's ship until it was gone in the sky as a dot that she couldn't see anymore. She was actually afraid that Mekra's ship would run out of magic and bring Mekra to the ground. So, she stood there on the highest point in the Green Valley to be ready to catch Mekra, in case what she was afraid of happened. She just didn't want her dad to lose his one and only son, also his one and only brother by direct blood.

While in the Main Land...

-to be continued-