Chapter 2: It's Eyes
At the Milville hospital, a 1930 Cadillac 16 pulled up right outside its front. Regular people along with reporters, with their small black and white cameras, crowded the entire place, making the environment rowdy and noisy.
"It's Jack!" A lady from the crowd said pointing out her gloved finger. She wore pearls, had a brown fur jacket on, and had a black bob-fringe hairstyle. She was pointing at Mr. Loggman's son, who had just stepped down from the car. "It's Jack Loggman!"
Jack noticed the crowd face his way and flashes of camera lights followed. They came running to him, stretching the microphones in their hands towards him, asking him questions to which he didn't bother to reply.
Are you in any way involved in this case?
Did you get angry after this woman had called off the wedding and decided to strike back?
Why was the wedding called off?...
Men clad in hats and coats escorted Jack into the place, making sure the crowd didn't make contact with him.
He was known in the city because his father, Mr. Loggman, had the richest operating companies in London and was also contesting as a candidate for the upcoming election as mayor.
They were the billionaires of London City. They just wanted to gain more and more power in the city and the land.
Jack was indeed known by people, especially the female species, but was also known for his Jack the Lad attitude. Gossips would busy themselves spreading more and more rumours that he had been with all the girls in London. Although it was not completely a lie, the young gent won't say all of 'em.
The young man didn't care about anything like his or his father's reputation the man despised his father for often referring to him and his mother as the disgraceful wolves from the same pack. Literally.
Back then, when his mother was still a maiden, she used to work as a courtesan before the young rich Loggman picked her up. He polished her and wanted her to forget all about her past.
Well, this raised jealousy and envy inside of others and also a kind of war between his family and them who wanted to be together.
Though no one actually confirmed if she did. Some said it was her only way to get out of dire poverty. The shame young Loggman had brought to his family back then was severe.
Things had now changed because he had built up a new reputation and name for himself. No one had the guts to talk of it now.
Coming into the Loggman family wasn't as simple as just wearing a ring on your finger and exchanging vows at city hall. There was something they called the Reveal and Ritual. Some in the family referred to it as the curse of the moon goddess. Only after this will the joining be sacred and permanent.
It wasn't an ordinary joining between a man and a woman. It was a joining between two souls into one family, or shall I say one pack? To share this loyal bond.
Lyya, the lady whom Jack was convinced to be his right mate, was the lady who stayed lying unconscious on the hospital bed, battling for her life.
In the unit, he looked at the brown-eyed female with long hair, that now had an oxygen pipe connected to her nostrils.
Beside her, was a blood bag hung on a pole, supplying her with blood through a transparent drip line. And on her neck, was a white bandage covering what seemed to be like a really deep wound.
"I'm sorry," He spoke beneath his breath. "I don't deserve you Lyya,"
He stretched out his hand, reaching for her now pale-looking forehead.
He said as he rubbed it softly, adoring her even in her ill state, "I will make sure who or whatever did this to you pay. I will…" Interrupting his speech, the unit's door was suddenly opened. "Who dares…?!"
Seeing it was Charles, his father's Beta, who he thought was a better father figure than the shit he got, he quickly held in his bellow.
"Shit" That was Jack secretly called his father behind his back. The Alpha that now sat on the throne, Alpha Loggman.
"What happened?" Jack asked, knowing that was what he was about to say.
"A driver traced her back into the woods after suspecting something off and found her body lying down almost dead. He didn't quite see what attacked her, but her body was scratched badly. And I'm certain you know what could make such an attack,"
Jack sat next to Lyya, holding her hand as he listened. He had gotten the main information he needed from him and stopped listening, even if Beta Charles hadn't finished talking.
As he held her palm in his hands, the voice of Beta Charles slowly started to turn into a background noise. Jack's mind now flew, remembering the last time he had held her hands like this.
He remembered it was the time he had gone down on his knees to propose. Something he never thought he would have been able to do.
He recalled her being overjoyed, and remembered her euphonious voice saying as she accepted the diamond ring, "Oh Jack, you have made me the happiest lady on earth,"
Was it all over now?
Was that all a lie?
Did she mean what she said?
He knew if she was conscious, she wouldn't have let him even come close to her like this, talk more of holding her hand.
In Jack's mind, a lovely day replayed itself to him like a film show. It was as if the day was repeating itself again like he had travelled back in time.
"Yes Jack, yes!," He remembered Lady Lyya excitedly saying with the widest grin ever.
It was going to be the biggest wedding of all time in the city. The Jack, who everyone knew loved women, was now finally getting married to one. Just the one whom he actually loved.
He was now spinning her around with hands on her fine waist, and her body lifted off the ground. Her white off-shoulder gown twirled in the air as she spun.
"Put me down," She playfully said as she laughed.
Jack placed her gently on the ground and his eyes now fixated on hers. There was this romantic atmosphere, and the ambience of the place also heightened the feeling both of them felt at that moment.
Drawing closer to each other to the point they could feel each other's breath, Jack tucked in her bright-coloured hair at the back of her ear. Aware of what was about to happen between them, they went closer, tilting their heads.
Just before they were about to share a passionate kiss, Jack now suddenly snapped out of his reverie.
"Where's the driver? I want to meet him,"
He spoke sounding a bit angry and also serious. He didn't have his hands in her palms again. His demeanor had suddenly changed. Perhaps because of the memory lane he passed. He tried not to show that he had just felt his heart shatter into pieces once more.
Drinking out and playing with the other ladies couldn't help mend his heart. Only she could. The woman he had finally decided to be with, had decided not to be with him.
Maybe it was karma coming back at him for the countless females he had done a number on. If it wasn't her, then there was no love for him.
"He will be interrogated again and the case will be further investigated by the detectives," Charles informed. "Let them do their job and you go answer duty calls,"
"Duty calls?" Jack asked. "Like the shit's ever involved me in the family business. The real one,"
Charles reminded the impudent young man, "Jack, you do know he's my Alpha, right?"
Jack rolled his eyes in disrespect. Charles couldn't do anything about his uncultured behaviour. He was the boss's son after all, and definitely not a kid.
"Your father wants to have a word with you at the Gaggnok's mansion. He says it's urgent,"
Jack gave a hiss. Even if he was a carefree young man, he wasn't free entirely. His father had eyes everywhere. Even the humble but strict gentleman that stood in the same room with him, was also loyal to the Alpha.
He had no choice. Before heading out of the unit's door, Jack stood at the door's frame and said mentally, "I'll fix this. I'll fix us."
He then left for the Gaggnok's mansion, where his father, the Alpha was. The Alpha Loggman's office chamber.
In front of the enormous door, was a painting of a grey viscous werewolf's head.
Jack Loggman, who now stood at the front of it, tried to gather up the courage to enter.
He hated the Alpha, yes. But what he didn't tell people was that he feared it.
The grey werewolf's eyes on the enormous door stared at him, making it look real.