My Mate, My Friend

A Story by Junert

James wants to avenge his wife's death. The problem is the murderers are his friend's sons.

He wondered why James doesn't like his sons. Everyone knows he hate them and he'd not even try to hide it for their friendship. He understood it when people advise him not to be friends with James. He was clever enough to know that if he was as dangerous as they claim, he needed to be closer to him the more. For his two boys and for himself. James was his best buddy at the moment yet he dared not to question why he hate his sons. Daniel and Zack are the only possessions of his. He owned them because they are all he had. Their mama was history and so are all other relatives. The people in their little town were more than family. And James passed for a brother and thats why he can't get to the reason behind his extreme dislike for his boys. He feared the rumors maybe true......... James turned again on the bed. He was restless. He was going to kill again against his wish. He got off the bed aware he was turning. His spine twitched. He jerked the clothes off quickly. His canines enlongated to the wolf fangs. The furs crept quickly over him. Dark brown with red glowing eyes. He was a wolf. He jumped out the window down to the empty streets. Daylight sneaked into the room. It was morning and he laid asleep in his human form. Dried blood on the corners of his mouth. His eyes opened as more light smeared the room. He put a pillow over his head. He let the tears down as his memory went back to five years ago. He'd been with the other wolves. They lived in the TERROR PACK. That was what his grandpa, the Alpha named it. There he was entitle to kill. There it was the law to take a human life everyday. That was what he hated. But he loved running with the others in the woods. And his mate was there. Nikky. She was beautiful and feirce. Harmful to human than he. And she was his. His immortal life companion. But he convinced her to leave with him. She enjoyed taking life unlike him yet she left to make him happy. They came to this part to live a normal live though they weren't normal. To live a life free of constant killing. He promise she'd like it. And she did. She never complained of not having a kill. Their lives were normal, at least hers. The people loved her but not him. They adored her but feared him. This had all been his idea but he was being hated. Then Nick came in. He represented all those that hated him and for a while he believed he was also normal...till they killed her. They took the only reason why he lived and since then, six months ago he started killing them. The knock on his bedroom door woke him to thepresent. It was Nick. They spent the day together. But at night he goes home. And then he's left with the hunt. Tossing on the bed reminds him of why she wasn't there. And why he'd not avenge her death yet. But tonight was different. He would do it once and for all. He turned quickly than usual. And he went straight to the flat. They were on the third floor. The middle apartment out of the seven on the floor. He know it so well for he'd been there every night before his kill. He went in through the kitchen. He'd made an entrance through there. He saw their father watching TV. He went on to their bedroom. He ignored their fears. Their cries shook the entire building as his fangs tear them apart. He knew their father was there. His scent and horror was so strong. He stood glued to the door. James advanced. And stopped. He looked up at the man he'd come to love. His glowing eyes blurring with tears. Their father. Nick. James's friend. Nick knew it was him. He'd doubted the rumor. He'd prayed this day wouldn't come. All the six rooms to his sides had faced the hunger of the werewolf. Claring any further doubts, James changed to human right infront of him. " JAMES WHY?" He tried to smack him but his eyes told him he was a beast. " They took her." James retorted. " They were my life." " She was my immortal companion." " Even for our friendship?" " For our friendship I killed others." The last one from James hurt. James went closer. The blood of Nick's sons dripping from his mouth. " She loved them. She'd mean no harm. She was just going for a run. And I was playing poker with you. She'd turned to her more beautiful beast side. Dark grey with the prettiest fur. The woods belonged to me and no one was allowed there but your sons. Because she said they could. I felt her fear and lost the game leaving you with the excuse of mad at myself for being a great jerk.