"Brett! It's time for school!"
The first thing Brett heard was the sound of his mother calling for him from behind the door. Unconsciously reaching for his wheelchair, Brett realized that he had not returned with it last night.
To be more specific, Brett smashed it to pieces by throwing it against a tree and started screaming; 'Guess who can walk now, fuckers?!' But Brett would never admit he had done something like that.
'This is going to scare the shit out of them.' Brett thought as he started preparing for school. Albeit much faster than normal.
Brett's parents were both waiting downstairs. After his injury they would wait for him to go to school before going to work. Usually they would leave early for the city. Brett's house was very close to the school so it was reasonable for him to go on the wheelchair when he didn't have a ride from them.
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
They suddenly heard the sound of someone going down the stairs, At first they didn't realize anything but the next second they both looked at each other with wide eyes.
They looked towards the stairs to find their son walking completely fine on his own, with confidence that could not be hidden in his eyes.
Not only was he walking, he was also taller, muscular, and more handsome than before.
Mrs. Peterson started shivering uncontrollably as she asked in a shaky voice; "B-Brett… what happened to you?"
Brett just looked at his mother with a smile and said; "I met someone last night who helped me out… if that's the right the right wording for it."
"You met someone…?" Mrs. Peterson muttered as a thousand thoughts ran through her head. As the wife of an extremely influential person in New York City, she knew that Brett had come into contact with a Supernatural creature last night.
Mr. Peterson's face was pale and cold sweat was pouring down his face; "Brett what kind of Creature was it? Was it a Vampire?"
Brett was not surprised as Ambrose had already told him that his father probably knew about the Supernatural world if he ran a company in New York. Brett already had his Alpha's permission to tell his parents about last night.
"Not a Vampire, it was an Alpha Werewolf that turned me." Brett stated.
"An Alpha?! I thought there were no packs left in New York!" Mr. Peterson was flabbergasted, there was a Werewolf who was probably living close to them.
"There is one, he will be coming to the house after we're out of school." Brett said. Just as he was going to sit down to eat, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket which was followed by a chime.
DING DING!
Brett took out his phone and looked at the notification.
[Alpha: Yo, pick me up 4 school.]
Brett's face became deadpan as he stared blankly at the extremely nonchalant message from his Alpha.
'Is this really the same fierce person I saw last night?'
Brett quickly wolfed down a load of food before getting up and grabbing the keys to his red Porsche that he hadn't driven since his accident.
"Duty calls!" Brett said as he was hurrying out the door. His parents were left dumbfounded as they processed the conversation they just had with their son.
"Highschool?" They said simultaneously as they looked at each other with wide eyes.
VROOOM!
Brett took off in his car and made his way to Ambrose's house.
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"Ambrose! Have a nice day at school!" Lauren called out to him as he was walking out the door.
"See you later mom!" Ambrose said back as he saw Brett pull up in his car.
Brett rolled his window down and said in a respectful tone; "I'm here, Alpha."
"HAHAHAHA" Ambrose suddenly burst out laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world; "Brett just call me Ambrose, I would rather you treat me as a friend rather than your ancestor."
"Uh… alright… Ambrose, let's go." Brett said his name with much difficulty.
Brett pulled onto the road from Ambrose's driveway and asked; "Ambrose, how did you turn into a Werewolf?"
"I didn't turn. I was born as one but I guess my genes didn't kick in until recently." Ambrose said honestly and then continued; "Just so you know, the first time you transform completely, it's gonna hurt like hell."
Brett just chuckled; "I don't think it will hurt more than when you injected me with your venom."
"That's true, I didn't expect it to be so painful for the person being turned. I would have warned you if I had known. Damn Astar didn't tell me shit, he was laughing his ass off when I told him about it."
Brett was confused; "Who is Astar?"
"Ah!" Ambrose was enlightened; "I forgot to tell you about him. I am a descendant of Astar, apparently our lineage belongs to an extremely powerful pack. He found me soon after I transformed for the first time. He was the one who trained me and taught me everything I know. He's been living in my house, but he usually sleeps in so you probably won't see him ever when you go to pick me up."
"So you were raised away from your pack?" Brett asked once more, trying to fill in the blanks.
"It's a long story, but I was adopted by my parents shortly after I was born and- We'll talk later, let's go." Ambrose said as they approached the school.
It was around the time where most students would be heading in, so the bright red car attracted a lot of attention.
As Brett pulled into the parking lot, many students were looking at the unfamiliar car. Some students though, recognized the car from last year.
"Who's car is that? It looks so awesome."
"I don't recognize it from anywhere. Is it a new student?"
"Oh my God! I recognize that car! That's Brett's car." One student finally recognized the car.
"Brett? I thought he couldn't use his legs, let alone operate a vehicle?"
Brett pulled into a parking spot under the gazes of many students.
"You're like a celebrity, haha." Ambrose joked.
Brett just looked at him with his eyebrow raised; "You're going to be in the same boat as me soon."
"Hmm?"
They both stepped out of the car and the students went into an uproar.
"Holy shit Brett can walk again!"
"He's walking like he wasn't in a wheelchair yesterday."
"Who's that with him?"
"I think that's that kid Ambrose Zirel. He's a sophomore."
"Shit." Ambrose realized what Brett mean't by his words earlier. Many students were now staring at his in disbelief.