The Alpha's Witch

EVELYN

It was the first time I felt a little positive that everything was going to be alright. The first time in a very long time. It wasn't like I didn't have many things to make me crazily sad but I just felt that things would be better for me and my son, Lucas, in Woodhidge. There was no reason for my sudden optimism rather than the fact that I felt Woodhidge would just turn out good for me and my boy. Perhaps, I could say it was a hunch, though it felt more like a mere tingle in my stomach telling me everything was going to be alright. Did I have a doubt that the community would not be supportive? Yes. Did I think all of my friends I grew up with will either be mad that I had deliberately cut them off or would be too 'judgy' or just complete snobs? Yes. Did I think Lucas would find it a little hard to mingle with other Supernaturals, as he had been trained to do otherwise since he was a kid? Yes, yes, yes..., even in my shockingly calm mood, I couldn't deny that there were MANY things that could go terribly wrong, especially in our early days in Woodhidge. Regardless, I had a huge smile on my face as I sang a piece of old country music, driving ten above the limit. It was a good day.

Everything seemed okay.

Woodhidge, the town we were headed to in my yellow sedan, was not your ordinary town. It was a town where most of its inhabitants were Supernaturals. Humans took no more than five per cent of the town total population. That indicated that roughly ninety-five percent of Woodhidge's inhabitants were not humans. Unknown to the humans there, werewolves, vampires, witches, wizards, shapeshifters, mindreaders, and seers were also proud residents of Woodhidge. However, more than half of Woodhidge's population as a whole were werewolves. The werewolf preponderance made it look like there weren't any other beings living there aside from the werewolves.

I didn't want to believe that my happiness was a result of coming back to Woodhidge. It kind of felt like that was part of the reason but anytime I recalled myself yelling at my parents in anger as I left Woodhidge and vowed never to return, I doubted if that was truly the reason. But my parents were no more, and the only family I had in Woodhidge was my Aunt, who was a lively seventy-year-old widow. I couldn't see why I was happy but I decided to attribute it to being happy that Lucas and I would be more relaxed, if not totally safer and happier in Woodhidge, which was the most supernatural friendly place on the planet.

"Okay, for the eleventh million time, I ask, do you think...this change would be good for us in any way at all?" Lucas asked, taking his ear pods from his ear and staring into my face.

"And for the eleventh million time, I say yes, I'm not saying it is going to be all milk and honey for us, but we stand a better chance as a family here." I made a turn around the roundabout and from there, Woodhidge was barely a thirty minutes drive.

Lucas had many questions and some were quite unanswerable, at least for the moment I wouldn't.

"I see you are quite excited about our moving to Woodhinge."

"Yes, I think it is going to be very good for us, this might be it and...uh, don't ruin the town's cute name, it is Woodhidge, not Woodhinge."

"Whatever, Mum. I still have so many questions."

"By all means, shoot." I said, immediately regretting offering Lucas a chance to ask questions. Lucas had a very curious mind, and though he was going to ask me anyway, I felt there was no need to encourage him.

"Cool, for starters, why have I never heard of this town, like ever?"

"It is a big country, I don't think anyone knows half the towns in this country."

"Well then, if you are so excited about moving to Wood-whatever, why didn't take us there all this while? All those years of constant moving, why hadn't you brought us here?"

I took in a deep breath and did my best to keep my eyes on the road. "Uhm, I guess I just remembered how wonderful Woodhidge was, and I assure you that you would love it and meet people like us."

"I am not disputing that, but why now?"

"I'm always absolutely transparent with you and I have given you an honest response, I'm always giving you answers, even when you don't ask."

"You call that an answer, have you always been this way? You probably got this attitude of yours since you had me."

"I won't take rudeness from you, not today."

"Classic Mum, turn it all on me...same way you always change the subject whenever I ask about my father."

I took in a deep breath and realised that little crystals of perspiration had begun to mould on my face. It was always that way when I was anxious, since my childhood I was known to begin sweating whenever I was tensed.

In my most calm voice, I said, "If you think I'm hiding things from you...look, it is never that easy and I will be plain with you and truthfully answer all your questions in due time." I stepped hard on the brake and vehicle's tyres screeched on the ground as the car came to a sharp stop. "Not today, Lucas, everything will be clear and you would understand why I'm a little reluctant with sharing certain information with you."

"It is what you always say."

I stared right into his face and then cupped his jaw in my left hand. "I mean it this time, I really do."

I hesitated for a while, suddenly realising that I, myself, had many hidden fears about moving to Woodhidge. But none of it mattered anymore, this was a fresh start and this time, it had to be. No more torturing myself for a relationship that had long ended. No more thinking about Declan. Not anymore. If he had stolen my heart, I had found ways to live without one.

Firing the car into life, I continued driving. Woodhidge was just minutes ahead.

DAMON

I hugged my mother and she happily went into my embrace. My mother and I had always been very close. Without a doubt, our closeness was huge because of my father's death. I had lost my father three days after my seventh birthday, and it was the most difficult moment of my life. While it didn't affect us financially at all, as Dad had been filthy rich, it had almost broken my mother. And, of course, my seven years old self.

Growing without a father, or a father figure at all, was very difficult. As expected of most widows, my mom had to perform the responsibilities of both a mother and father. It wasn't easy for any of us at all. However, my father's death had brought about a special friendship between me and my mother. This was because we knew that we were all we had and that thinking didn't only bring us closer, but made us very, very close friends.

"You know, I will never understand why the younger generation, of guys, in particular, put so much interest in torturing themselves in the name of working out." Mrs Calderon, my mother, said as she released herself from my embrace.

"Well, guys work out to keep fit, stay flexible, stay healthy, and also increase our sexiness level." I laughed, realising how weird the last part of my statement sounded.

My mother also laughed. "I am hugging my own son and it feels like I'm hugging a goddamn rock, how in the world is that sexy?"

"Oh, ask all the ladies that would lick me over just because of my abs."

"Bless my poor ears, are the young ladies in this generation nothing more than sluts?"

I made a funny face at her. "Besides, working out makes men stronger."

"Why the hell would you want to be stronger? You are a werewolf, that's strong enough in my book."

Mason, my best friend, walked into our home and began to chat with me and my mother. Mason had been friends with me since I was very little and took my mother as a second mother, and his mother was equally close to me.

"Do you have plans for tonight? We could hit the club." Mason said, poking me on the arm.

My mother spoke before I could reply Mason. "Yes, great idea...who knows if you would meet someone nice."

"You want me to start seeing someone, I met my last two girlfriends at the club, and for some reason, you saw them as nothing but sluts." I teased my mother.

"Oh, honey, you know they were."

"They definitely were." Mason supported. "I guess girls find you kinda hot, explains why only the bad girls come for you."

I feigned a frown. "Okay, I have nothing planned for tonight, besides, I could use the distraction."

"New DJ every week bro, it is going to be lit...wait, have you told your Mom?"

I exhaled deeply and every bit of excitement in me flushed away. " No, I haven't."

"What haven't you told me? Is everything alright?" My mother shot, worry written all over her face.

I smiled widely. " Seriously, Mom, you get anxious easily, it is nothing serious."

"Well, if it isn't then tell me."

Mason shook his head slowly. "You are always lost in your own thoughts, so you are moving out tomorrow, and you haven't told you, Mom?"

"You are moving out? Why? Where? Since when?" My mother yelled.

Slowly, I told my reasons for wanting to live somewhere else. I was a writer and sometimes, I needed quiet moments and solitude. Also, I just felt I wanted to be alone for a while at least. I spent over thirty minutes explaining to my mother and I didn't know whether it was because I told her the house I would live in was only ten minutes away from our house, or because she would miss me.

"So what do you think, Mom?" I asked, as my Mom was quiet-and that rarely ever happened.

Finally, my Mom spoke. "I think it is a stupid idea to waste money on renting a house when you have a lovely home nearby, but it's alright you are stupid...and unfortunately, you got all your stupidity from me, your late father was a genius."

Clearly bored with all he heard, Mason stood and said, "Yo, it is barely four, we still have hours to drink before we go clubbing."

"Cool by me...okay, Mum, I'm out, don't wait up, I will be late," I said as Mason and I headed out of the house.

"One question, if you both are going to drink, then why go to the club later?" My mother shouted though she got no reply as we had already left.

LUCAS

Since we drove far from the city, I thought that Woodhidge would be an ugly town that was far away from the normal world with wolves and vampires fighting on the street like rascals. I didn't expect to see a normal town, with stores and popular fast food restaurants-just like the ordinary town you would see anywhere.

Though, I have to admit, there was something weird about the town. It seemed like an ordinary town with ordinary people but something in me was conscious that the town wasn't normal at all. It wasn't only because my Mum had told me a lot about Woodhidge, I felt the town itself was supernatural, thereby explaining why it was the home of all Supernaturals. If that made any sense.

"Now, hun, we are close to my house...I'm so excited to show it to you." Mum said, smiling widely.

"Hmmn." I let out.

"You know when I was little, I would brag to my friends that I lived in castle...and to me at least, I did."

I smiled, trying to match her excited energy. "Oh, really, maybe I would brag to my classmates too when I start senior year."

Mum cracked up, almost taking both hands off the wheel as she laughed. "You wouldn't be lying though. On a serious note, I see you enjoying your stay and study here, you are in for loads of positive memories."

I hadn't had the best of my childhood largely because of my sickness. My magic was too 'powerful for my body' and had made me so sick and until, a year ago, Mum hadn't known there was a cure. Apparently, there was no normal cure for it and I could only be healed with magic. My mother, according to all she told me, was the strongest witch the world has seen in ages. She had told me many times that witches weren't as strong as they had been in the past. In the past, witches were capable of doing incredible things and were greatly feared by the werewolves and even the vampires. But as civilisation came, witches stopped being devoted to their craft, and more importantly, started marrying humans. With the mixing of humans and witches over decades, the power of witches reduced so much that most witches had to take several hours of intense meditation to succeed in lighting a single candle.

Well, Evelyn Ithaca, my mother, was very different. She was strong enough to do many things most witches would only do in the best of their dreams. According to her, there wasn't any coherent reason she had such powers, she just had it. She had always been different, and for some funny reason, she believed I was so much stronger. It was because of my powers that I had always had fallen ill...my mother told me that it was my body's reaction to the pressure of my 'powerful' magic. Whether I had powerful magic or not was a mystery to even me, as my mother had always had a bracelet on my wrist to prevent me from using magic at all.

"Welcome to our humble abode, you are going to love it here." Mum said as she stopped at the front of a well-built two storey mansion.

"Wait...Mum, this is the house?"

Mum made a face at me and tried a funny dance. "Yes, it is."

"Wow."

"You don't like it?"

The house was an utter beauty. It stood out and was the ideal home for most people. The exterior features were considerably simple. The rectangular shaped house had a low sloping roof that fit so well on the building, the windows were tall and skinny and rounded at the top. There was a beautiful iron-wrought gate, which was opened by Mum who only wiggled her fingers.

"It is not too bad." I said, as I flashed Mum a weak smile.

Mum nudged me as we got out of the car and stood in front on the entrance of the beautiful mansion. "Don't tell me you don't like it, Lucas."

"If you want to get me to tell you the house is beautiful...you won't succeed. Okay, it is a nice house, no doubt, a little too big though."

"Come on, it is home now, besides, it is not that big."

I laughed and shook my head softly. "For someone who has lived in two bedroom flats all his life, living in a hundred-room museum won't be too easy to accept as home."

Mum held her eye brows up and exclaimed. "I love this house so much and you saying it looks like a museum is a little rude."

"Museums are cute, aren't they? I heard some have dinosaurs's skeletons now."

"So not funny, and the house has only twenty nine rooms in total...you will love it here, trust me."

"Sure, we could open our own mini motel, though I strongly doubt anyone does the nasty in this boring town, so it would probably be bad business."

Mum, clearly tired of speaking with me, popped open her car boot and pulled all the boxes out, one at a time. She picked three and headed into the house.

"Hmmn, someone is already enjoying the scenery, told you you will love it here."

She is going to keep saying that, I pondered.

I went to where Mum had dropped our stuff, picked two up and was about to go see interior of the house when I saw her.

She was my age and if she was any older, she couldn't be more than seventeen. She had a very unique skin complexion-an intriguing mixture of milky white and olive, yet quite indescribably, it all fit well. She rode pass the entrance gate of our 'new' house, and for a moment on a bicycle that looked way with her on it. Everything stood still for her. I watched patiently, and smiled widely as I pondered why the way she walked was uniquely unusual. It seemed everything worked for her, her feet seemed to make perfect contact with the ground, and while that was absurd, I immediately convinced myself that it was true.

I felt I was going crazy and I couldn't blame myself for that. If the immaculate beauty before me couldn't make me crazy, then I wonder what would. Again, I saw more reasons that everything worked in her favour. The way the cool breeze blew her red hair around kept my dreamy eyes totally glued to her. It seemed my gaze would never leave her, until...well, she looked at her with her bright ocean eyes, and every bit of me seemed to cease to function. For a split second, though it played way longer in my head, our eyes locked. And as I battled to maintain composure, she waved at me. And smiled.

It wasn't a weird wave-it was the normal wave one would get from a friendly neighbour. But to me, it was a lot more. It had to be a lot more. The impact her wave had on me was spectacular and I hoped she hadn't noticed how awkward her presence made me feel, as she was at least fifty feet away from me.

"You are new here, right?" The girl yelled from the porch of the house she was in.

"I am a...a very, very, very new here." I said, still struggling with a sudden anxiety.

Oh, great, first statement I make to her is riddled with bad grammar-not to mention whacky composure.

Without saying a word, she walked into the blue one storey duplex just beside ours. Covering my face in my hands, I wondered why I had been terribly nervous. Fine, I wasn't great with girls but that was common-and expected-among teenage boys. While I wasn't the regular extrovert, I was very much not an introvert. I had always found it easy to relate with people even if those relationships were never tested by time. Why I had been a sissy before the girl was still a mystery to me.

Picking the luggage I hadn't an idea that I had dropped, I walked into our new home, and because I had the mystery girl on my mind, I didn't initially realise that the interior of the house was even more beautiful than the exterior-which I had thought was incredibly impressive from the very first glance.

TILDA

Damon and my brother had invited me to Damon's new home which he had apparently rented though his home was only a ten minute drive from his mother's house. The invite, of course, was just to get me to help them set Damon's new home. It didn't bother me because I knew quite well that my brother and Damon would only talk and talk and talk, and would still need me to get things done. That was what I thought at least.

As I cycled to meet up with them, memories of my childhood flashed through my mind. I wasn't the easiest kid to raise, in fact, that was me going nice on myself. I was quite difficult to teach anything because of my obstinacy and inflexibility. Right from age eight or nine, I had been a huge problem to my parents-my mum in particular. It wasn't the normal problem most parents had with their kids, I wasn't just strong headed. I had a rock as a brain and no amount of teaching or scolding would get through. It was only when I changed for the first time, my behavioural ills reduced. Then my parent got to know that I had been battling with a male wolf inside of me and that made me unusually stubborn. It was then they knew I was Crosswolf.

Crosswolf is the term use to describe a female werewolf who is unable to change to to a female wolf but instead, would change to male wolf. Crosswolves were so rare that no one I know seem whether one had ever existed. Beside me, of course.

"Look where you are going, kid!" A fat lady in a purple minivan cried as she drove by hastily.

"This is not the motorway, banshee!" I yelled back at her.

I guess I was still one hell of a stubborn kid.

Having random things on my mind, I didn't even know I had gotten to my destination. I pedalled slowly and rested my blue bicycle on the finely painted fence. I was calm. Everything was alright before then. I wasn't nervous or anything-and I don't get why seeing a random boy would make anyone nervous. It did.

He had a black round T-shirt on, with a blue faded jean jacket that rhymed so well with the T-shirt. He also had a black skinny jean trousers that seemed like it went all the way into his shiny white trainers. A pair of glasses hung loosely on the collar of his shirt, and for some reason, this dashingly hot boy was staring at me like nothing else existed. I would have felt very flattered if I wasn't doing the same thing.

Oh, he is so cute.

I waved to him, took a deep breath and regained my composure because I knew just how much a first time impression meant, and then I yelled out to him. "You are new here, right?"

He said something but I couldn't make any sense out of it. I wondered whether he stammered a little or it was just my ears, which still surprised me as I was supposed to hear him anyway, I was a werewolf and our senses were heightened. I guess he didn't really have much to say, which was alright, I didn't either. By the way, who would?

I flashed him the typical Tilda Rowland smile, and headed into Damon's new home.

"Tilda, what do you think?" My brother, Mason, asked as I walked into Damon's new home for the first time.

I was so shocked to see how furnished and organised the house was. The house was a glass house but built in such a way that one wouldn't lose privacy. There were white sofas arranged in rectangular form in the living room, that was to the left when coming from the entrance. The whole house was beautiful and I loved it particularly because everything was white, and the only colour contrast was the touch of gold that was seen on the fancy white throw pillows that were kept neatly kept on the sofas. The house was very much ventilated and illuminated, as was expected of conventional glass houses.

"What do you think, Tilda?" Damon asked the exact question Mason had asked a moment before.

"It is really nice and I love the way you guys had it done...I thought you were moving into an empty house."

Damon smiled and pulled me softly, ushering me into the kitchen that was just as beautiful.

"You see, I had a professional interior designing team set the whole place up...he has me to thank for this." Mason voiced, as he had the coffee maker doing its job.

"Yeah, and it cost me an arm and a leg." Damon snapped playfully.

I shrugged softly. "I'm so happy you got someone to get this place fixed, we would have never been able to make here look half as good as it does." I drew closer to Damon punched him in the stomach-he always liked it when I hit him. "Though, I have to say that this house deserve a way better owner, you know, like me."

Mason, Damon and I chatted as we had coffee and some biscuits. It felt like the good 'old' days. Damon had been so close to Mason that from some point in my life, I decided to see him as a brother. And he had more or else been a second big brother to me, and him also being a werewolf made everything easier.

My mind, acting on its own, decided to drift away from the fun conversation I was having with my two favourite people, to begin to think about the boy I had seen just outside the house. My very busy mind began asking me funny questions, and truthfully, some deserved to be asked. Why was I so eager to wave to him? Why did I ask him if he was new? I'm not even from this part of the town. Why did I feel that way when I saw him? He was super cute, but still, why?

LUCAS

Do you know that time in the morning, mostly between 5am and 8am, when sleep is most pleasurable? Those precious hours are part of my favourite time of the day. Unfortunately for me, Mum decided to steal them from me and that was always a sign of a bad day. Always.

"Lucas, Lucas, Lucas!" Mum yelled as she opened my room's door, thereby succeeding to wake me up.

"What, Mum, this is what...5am?"

"You wish, polar bear. This is seven minutes after bloody eight, so don't stare at me like I'm waking you too early." Mum frowned, it was normal, she always had funny attitudes in the morning.

Raising the curtains, Mum continued. "I am going out and I won't be back till the evening or so."

"Where are you going this early?"

"Well, we just arrived last night and there are many things we have to do as no one has lived here in a while. I have to get some registration done, pay some little fees, get the heat back on, the gas and some other things."

"Ok." I echoed, annoyed that I wasn't feeling sleepy anymore.

"Also, you know, I have to get you into Woodhidge High...don't worry, it's not like other schools, you will just have to fill a form and head directly into your class...everyone gets in."

"Ok."

"Lastly, I have to meet Karen, she's the sweetest person, she was the one who got this place cleaned up for us...I have told you about her, right? Whatever, also, don't forget to unpack, come on!"

I sat upright on the bed and managed a smile. "Bye Mum, it seems you have a lot on your plate today, it is best if you get on with them."

"Love you, have fun!" Mum turned around and the next sound I heard was the bang the entrance door made as she went through it. Then the soft sputtering of her car's engine as she zoomed off. And I was alone in the big house, probably spending my first full day in Woodhidge alone. Just great.

I looked at my erected 'member' bulging from inside my underpants, and I wondered why that happened to guys every morning. The stubborn dude below likes to have his highlight every morning. That immediately brought my mind to what Caleb, the only true friend I had, said about the early morning predicament for men. Caleb, who was known to have a great sense of humour, believed that guys faced that in the morning because they had had sex in the night. One would think it was a joke but Caleb truly believed that and would have no other theory.

If that was true, then I guess I'm not a virgin.

Just as I thought of Caleb, he called me on the phone.

"Lucas, what is popping, you haven't given me updates on the...what is the town's name again?"

"Woodhidge is the name and I just arrived last night, did you expect me to write a five-thousand word article describing the town?"

"That would have been great."

Caleb and I spoke for ten minutes straight on the phone, and when the call was over, I felt better. It wasn't bad hearing the voice of a friend especially when I had fears that making friends in Woodhidge might not be too easy.

I strolled to the kitchen and began making coffee for myself and chewing on a bagel though I hadn't washed my mouth at all. As I prepared breakfast, I recalled that Caleb told me he just started seeing a girl. What was funny was I had never had a girlfriend nor I have been intimate with any girl. And while it seemed alright for a sixteen year old, I knew quite well that most kids my age had at least two years to boast. It didn't bother me at all but without a doubt, I anticipated how I would feel when I would 'fall in love' for the first time.

I didn't believe in love, much less, true love. I felt people had to have a reason to like someone and if that is the case, I don't get what is 'true' about love. If you see a girl and like her, it is obvious you like how she looks and nothing else. You can't say you like a girl because of her character-if you do, then you appreciate her as a person and could be nothing more than good friends with her. That was my thinking and nothing else.

I stared at the metallic bracelet on my wrist. It wasn't pretty and honestly, it had been on me so long that I had come to see it as part of my body. When I was much younger, I used to have serious hatred for the bracelet. I knew it was my little prison, at least, it was a prison for my powers. Because of it, I couldn't use my powers, and if it was taken off me, I would die at the spot. At least that was what Mum had kept ringing in my ears...and why would I doubt her, even with the bracelet, I still fell terribly ill from time to time.

But that was all in the past, I understand stood that if anything, the bracelet was doing me a favour. While it literally made me powerless, at least, it kept me alive. And I would have to bear to live with it for the rest of my life. Sixteen years and counting-I guess I was pulling it off already.

Just as I took the last last sip of my black coffee, there was a knock at the door and I walked lazily and opened it.

"Uhm, this is some bread here, my Mum wanted me to give you this... as a welcome gift to the, you know, community." A boy my age, with a quite long brown hair said, having a freshly baked bread wrapped carefully in a little disposable package.

The boy was about my height and had a fancy blue cap, though he wore a hoody on it. He had very dark eyes and his shoulder-length hair was carefully trimmed at the edges.

"Thank you, I'm Lucas, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too...I'm Alex, by the way."

Quite unbelievably, we began to chat merrily as we reclined on the wooden rocking chairs that were in the veranda. We had a lot in common so it was easy for us to converse. Ten minutes into our first conversation, I had known that we had similar taste in music and art. We kept talking for almost one hour before he left and I went back into the house.

What I found quite funny was the way Alex has asked me if I was a sorcerer. It felt weird. Perhaps I had to find a way to bring my mind to understand that I was in a different place, the most 'unique' place I had ever seen-the most anyone could ever see. I had no idea what this town would bring for, and that I would have to have my last year of secondary education in the town was not really helping issues. Though I knew I was a Supernatural, it would take some time for me to get used to seeing other Supernaturals and knowing they knew about my powers. I had always hidden my true nature from even the best of my friends, and now that I didn't have to hide anything, I was still feeling weird about it all.

Also, it would be a little weird to be taught geography by a vampire or werewolf. I couldn't wait to see how schooling in Woodhidge High would be like.

EVELYN

I had just left Karen's place, and was cruising my way to my Joanna's home. My Aunt, Joanna, was pretty much the most fun person I had ever met. She had been one of the most important people in my childhood and was among the very few people I had still kept contact with when I left my hometown.

Joanna was a darling. I remembered wondering as a kid how she always had a smiling face and an ever excited countenance. I had never succeeded in understanding the woman...not ever. To Joanna, everyday was meant to be a 'fun' and she would always do all in her power to make sure there was literally no dull moment in her life. For a woman who had been crippled from birth, Joanna found many ways to live beyond her problems and limitations.

Most of all, what I could never forget about her was her kindness. If anyone could have a heart of gold, it was Joanna Adley. She was so considerate and incredibly caring. I can vividly recall all the days I would go and meet her for one problem or the other. As a kid, I would run to her home complaining that my parents were being too 'mean' to me. As a matter of fact, my parents had been lovely people, at least while I was younger, and I had only been a naughty kid who couldn't take corrections. Growing up to be a teenager, I would go to her with endless boy troubles...and she would always be patient with me. She would always find a solution to my problems irrespective of what the issue was. I had never left her home feeling worse than I came and that led me to seeing her as a sort of hero. My personal hero.

Funny thing was I still saw her that way.

I walked into her little bungalow, and moving into the sitting room, she was sat on her couch, reading a newspaper with her face so close to the pages that her nose was touching the paper. As I look at her in the room-a place I was so familiar with, tears began to fall down my face. I don't know whether it was because everything looked the same or that she also reminded me of my late parents.

From what I could see, the house looked untouched. The furniture and everything I could see in the house didn't seem old, but very familiar nonetheless. It was as though I was still sixteen and in high school. As I ran to meet her on the couch, she locked me in her tight embrace and I could see I wasn't the only one shedding tears. It was impossible to explain how it felt to hug Aunt Joanna...I would say wonderful, but that would be too much of an understatement.

We chatted for a straight hour, both of us barely keeping mute for a minute. She began to tell me how my parents passed away and how they had been buried. I felt ashamed that I hadn't come for their burial. Even though we had issues, I should have found it my heart to forgive them, even if I knew they would never forgive me. I pushed those thoughts off my mind as I had cried over it severally in the past, and I had to be strong.

"Aunt Joanna, you don't have anyone here helping you, you know you need help."

She then explained to me that there was a nurse who always stayed with her, but the woman had lost her grandmother and had gone out of town to mourn and grieve.

"Still, you should have gotten someone to stay with you for the mean time, you shouldn't stay alone without help."

"I'm don't have a quarter of your powers, but my power is not completely useless...I can still pull one or two tricks to help myself."

I frowned at her. "You still need someone to stay and help you."

"I'm only pulling your legs, the nurse assigned someone else to me and George also comes from time to time."

"Oh, that's good." I let out, satisfied that she was alright, and I wouldn't have to go through the stress of finding someone for her. "By the way, who is George?"

"He is an adorable kid who comes to help me." Aunt Joanna said, further telling me how well-mannered the boy was, and she began singing praises for the boy. But then she mentioned the boy being quite special as he was a weredragon.

"Wait, he is a what?"

"He is a were dragon." She repeated.

I had never seen a weredragon before because they were very rare and non-existent in some generations. The weredragon Aunt Joanna spoke of could be the only one of his kind. All I had heard of were dragons was how powerful and dangerous they were. One breath of theirs could melt the bones of any being. If Aunt Joanna was not a very stubborn woman, I would have advised her to change her company. I knew I would have more chance baptising a cat than telling Aunt Joanna who she should relate with.

As I was about to leave Aunt Joanna's home, I told her that I wanted to hit the high school to register Lucas.

"Oh, that's good." She said nodding slowly. "Do you know who the new principal is?"

"Mr Hammond isn't still the principal?"

"Mr Hammond? The man quitted over a decade ago, and there have been three other principals before the current one."

"Wow, well, do I know the current principal?"

Aunt Joanna smiled slightly. "You do, trust me, you do."

"Who is this person?"

When she responded, my heart began to pound loudly. The only thought on my shaken mind, which kept ringing repeatedly, was 'why not any other person, why him? Why did it have to be him?'