As far as I know, no werewolf would ever wear glasses just like Iron did. He said that he was different, an anomaly from where he came from. There were a lot of werewolves in their humans' form wore glasses in his Gursala clan. I found the info about the Gursala clan in the all-know library. It was the info that I didn't find in the Green Valley library.
The Gursala clan actually had a special power called the iron fist, just like Iron's name. He got the name because he was the prince of the Gursala clan, and he was the son of the alpha in the clan. The drawback that the Gursala clan had was that when they were in their human form, they had to wear glasses. Each great power came with a weakness. I thought Gursala clan was so lucky that the only weakness appeared when they were in their human form.
I began to find the pattern of all the werewolf clans. They tent to send their sons to learn in my campus and to find certain info about many things. I bet that being the students and mingled with the humans would also be one of the abilities we, the alphas' sons had to possess.
Well, at least I wasn't alone in this. It was an irony that I was the lone wolf but I couldn't be alone. I was a werewolf after all, wherever we went, we were looking at the same moon and in the pack, I belonged. Iron said that he was my beta now. Though he had the iron fist, but he kept on telling me that I was smarter.
He said that he knew it the minute he smelled my werewolf scent. He said I bled a strong male's pheromones that would attract any female companion close by. If any female found us both, I surely would be the first pick, he said. Thus, he declared himself as my beta.
"I know I found an alpha when I see one," was the line that he said the first time he met me.
"You should say, 'Welcome to the pack'," he continued.
So, I obeyed and I said, "Welcome to the pack…" I wasn't sure but I hid my uncertainty and tried to be a great alpha. Here in the Main Land, no one knew that I was a runner from practically everything. Here I got the chance to prove myself to be a better alpha. I believed my being challenged to be an alpha, would come in handy one day when I got back to the Green Valley.
"You know, 'Krem. I always wonder, do you have a Luna back in the Green Valley?" Iron randomly asked.
"Not that I know of. If I could, I'd like to have a Luna from another place. Having a Luna from the Green Valley? I don't think she would be that interesting. She'll be the same old Akhmedov. There's no challenge in that." I said flatly.
"You, adrenaline junkie!" Iron mocked me again.
"Aren't we all?" I shot a rhetoric question at his face. It was because we were werewolves after all. Among other creatures, when it came to adrenaline junkies, we were the champions.
"Well, 'Krem. Let me introduce you to one of my best friends. She has the same smell as you do." Iron suddenly said random thing.
His kindness aroused suspicious thought in my mind so I asked, "What do you mean by that? Is she a female wolf?"
"Well…," Iron hesitated. "She's not a wolf yet, but I got a hunch that she's one of us." He continued now with certainty.
"What? There's no such thing as a late bloomer or shifter for werewolf. If she's one of us, then she should be one. Have you ever seen her shifting and running with you under the moonlight?" I got curious.
"Umm… not really," now Iron completely confused me.
"What?" my eyes almost popped out of my head, then I continued, "Then how can you be so sure?"
"I got a hunch, Akrem Akhmedov. A Gursala will never be wrong, that's why we have the iron fist."
"It's impossible, 'Ron. If she had never shifted, she's not one of us." I firmed my opinion.
"She smells like one, even she smells like you. That's why I wanna introduce her to you. So, you can help me determine what she is." he finally told his true intention.
"So, you don't know either? You have no idea what she is, haven't you?" now I mocked him.
"No, uh hu uh hu," Iron mimicked someone cried.
"Ok then. Bring me to her, o mighty beta. "I falsely pretended I had heavier voice.
"Doesn't suit you,'Krem. Absolutely doesn't suit you." Now he flattened his face just like his iron fist.
I had laughed. Then I didn't because he said,
"Later. When she got back from her dad's funeral, then we'll meet her." Iron looked sad.
"What? Why didn't you tell me? We could attend the funeral. Show her some sympathy. Poor girl" I felt pity.
"One thing I know for sure, Arianell isn't an ordinary poor girl. She's more than that. You'll know it when you meet her." Iron looked irritated like he overly protected her, Arianell. I'd have to find out if they had some kind of history together. In the meantime, I'd have to keep Iron busy. He looked like he felt Arianell's sadness.
"Care to run?" I asked him if he wanted to take a run under the moon in the nearest beach.
"Sure. That'll do. You're a great friend and a great alpha, Akhmedov." Iron looked relieved, put his glasses in a box and packed them on the corner of my balcony and shifted with fists that could be hard as an iron to crush any enemies nearby.
I shifted while he moved aside. He knew that I needed space to start my run because I had bigger body than he had. Then I led the way. From the sides, sometimes the tops of the skyscrapers, we howled, jumped and kept on running to the nearest beach, Les Blues. The moon looked so closely when I ran faster and faster, while I imagined what Arianell would look like.
-Next Chapter: Arianell-