Chapter 78 - Young Master (1)

For humans, werewolves are mythical creatures that can turn into wolf-like animals at the full moon, gaining unnatural strength and improving their senses as a result of this metamorphosis. Over the centuries, these creatures have been depicted by humans in numerous ways, yet the most typical physical description of these entities is that of a humanoid creature with lupine features: fur all over the body, pointed ears, piercing eyes, a canine muzzle, and clawed fingers on both hands and feet. Werewolves are also characterized as being able to easily move around on two legs or all fours.

However, that is the only limited and misleading information available to humans about werewolves.

In reality, werewolves are beastly tribes that naturally live in packs with humans without their knowledge because of their excellent skill at shape-shifting.

Werewolves don't only transform whenever there is a full moon. They can transform, even in daylight. But the moon is still significant to them, even though they don't need it daily.

Werewolves are born like humans, look like human babies, and grow like humans. But once they reach a certain stage, they will experience their first transformation, and they will go berserk, becoming extremely irrational and blood-lust creatures. After that stage, they could freely use their powers.

That is why, to avoid any murders from the painful process and insane first transformation, the parents of the young wolves undergoing the first berserk form usually lock their children in a special room that can suppress their beastly powers.

Nevertheless, nothing mentioned above applies to Randell. He is a unique child with a crucial fate for his race.

300 years ago...

"Randell! Where did these bruises come from?" His mother asked worriedly.

The ten-year old child is staring blankly at his mother, not showing any emotion or expression of pain despite having bruises and wounds.

"Who did this to you? I'll definitely kill them!" His mother gritted her teeth, and her eyes glowed. Claws and fur partially appeared on her body while she skillfully controlled it so as not to tear her dress.

"Mother, don't bother. I am fine." Randell finally replied. He let go of his mother's furry hand and picked up his clothes to change.

"Should I just let my son be beaten up like this?" She returned to her human form and again approached her son, full of concern.

"No, but the more you defend me in front of everyone, the more I look weak."

"Randell, you're not weak. You just have not yet gone berserk. But once you do, they will fear you. You are from an alpha family, so be confident."

"That is the problem, mother. I am from this family, but why have I not gone berserk yet? Normal wolves will experience it at age five and not later than nine. I am ten years old now. Am I really a werewolf mom?"

"Don't ask me that. You are my son. Of course, you're a werewolf. Be patient, my child, you will become whole soon. " 

His mother hugged him tightly while her tears wet his shoulders.

Randell is not a shellfish child who is complaining to his mother about his incompleteness. He is worried and anxious about their future if he does not go berserk soon.

Bam!

The door suddenly opened while the mother and son were still comforting each other.

"How rude! Does the leader's servant not know how to knock? " His mother wiped off her tears and looked straight towards the servant with authority, but the servant just scoffed and bluntly stated. "The leader is calling for you two. Come to his office. "

After saying what he wanted, the servant left the door open. 

The rudeness of the servant is now not important because their brains are thinking about what might be the reason the leader will call for them.

Randell grabbed his mother's sleeves and looked up at her worriedly.

"Are we going to be kicked out?"

"No, child. That's impossible. The leader loves me." His mother answered bitterly, and her face darkened.

The two of them walked very slowly toward the leader's office.

Knock, knock, knock

His mother delicately knocked on the door while they started to tense up.

"Good morning fa—."

Cut out the formality, Randell. How's your wolf form?" The pack leader, his father, cut off his greetings and talked to him without giving him a glance.

"Father, I haven't transformed yet." he softly replied, while he stuck his eyes to the ground.

"You better transform into your wolf form before you turn eleven, or I'll kick you and your mother."

"Darling? Will you kick me out as well? I thought we cared and loved each other. " His mother interjected, taken aback by the leaders' intention to evict her as well.

"Love?" The leader scoffed at her and stood up from his seat.

He walked toward Randell's mother and gave her a kiss. Upon letting her go, the leader had a grin on his lips and pushed his mother to the floor.

"Ack!"

"Mother!"

Randell rushed to his mother, hugging her, trying to protect her against the leader, even though he was too fragile to fight back.

"Pwe!" The leader spit, and scornfully looked down at the mother and son.

"You can't even satisfy me in bed, and now you're saying I loved you?"

"B-but,"

"No more but! Have your child be useful so you can stay here longer! That damn prophet is a scam! She told me that if you bore my child with you, I would have the most powerful alpha in history, but I guess it's the opposite. How come a werewolf can't berserk at your age, Randell? "

"I will make sure to go berserk soon! Please don't kick us out! "

"Randell, it is something you can gain from hard work. You need talent, and that's something you don't have! leave! You two are such a disappointment to this pack! I've had enough of waiting for you to go berserk! " He grabbed the arms of Randell's mother and dragged her out of the office.

"Darling! Give me a chance! Let's sleep together! Maybe the next child will be the child the prophet foretold! Please don't kick us out! " His mother begs while kneeling outside the office. 

"Have some shame!" his father shouted before slamming the door shut.

Randell watched his mother cry in front of the closed door while kneeling and begging for another chance.

It took them a while to be back in their room again.

"Mother, please stop crying." He tried to comfort her, but he was pushed away by his own mother.

"You unlucky pest!" his mother looked down on him with rage.

"Mother? Please calm down. " He crawled backwards to avoid his mother, who had fully transformed into her wolf form.

"It's your fault! If only you could transform into a wolf now! If only you satisfied your father's expectations! I wouldn't be kicked out with you! "

Bam!

Bam!

Boom!

His mother lifted her claws and aimlessly tried to slice Randell into pieces. Luckily, his mother's overflowing emotions made her miss her target.

"Mother! Calm down! I don't have wolf strength yet! You'll kill me!" He helplessly tries to get his mother to stop attacking while their room becomes a complete mess.

"Then turn into a wolf if you don't want to die!" Her attack doubled until Randell was cornered at the edge of the room. The only way to escape is to jump off the window, but since they are on the 6th floor of the mansion, there's no way he will survive. 

"Mother please!" He desperately rubbed his palm to beg for his mother to stop.

His mother kicked her feet and ran fast towards him. That made him close his eyes. The only thing he could do was cower in fear.

But seconds had passed and he remained unscathed. That is why he slowly opened his eyes. And her mother's claws are just an inch away from his face.

"Mother, you're scaring me." he hoarsely said to his mother, who paused her attack and observed his face while tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Let's just die, Randell. I'd rather die than be kicked out! " Her mother shouted and swung her claws away from him to aim them back at him, but before the claws could cut him into pieces, he jumped off the window and let gravity meet his end.

"I don't want to be killed by my mother." He tearfully said that made his mother watch him fall.

"I... I... I....." his mother froze in their destroyed room, stuttering. 

"N-no, Randell!" she shouted as she jumped down the floor and managed to catch him before he could reach the ground.

"I am sorry! I am sorry! I am sorry! I am sorry! " His mother repeatedly apologized while hugging him tightly.

He just hugged her back, feeling relieved that his mother was back to her sanity.

"Forgive me... I am sorry!" Her mother continued to weep while hugging him tightly.

"Don't worry, mother, as long as you're back to your normal self."

The mother and son finally let go of each other's arms and looked at each other more calmly.

"Let's live in a small town. I'll raise you there, and you'll be fine even if you don't bers— blurrgh!"

"Mother!"

His mother couldn't continue her statement of future plans when suddenly, from behind her, a sword pierced her.