My car comes to a shrieking halt in front of the huge black gate. Starting from the gate to the compounds and to the interior, everything spells dark, even the flowers are wild. Mistletoe, our greatest enemy, lies planted in a secluded area just outside the building.
The gate slides open, I jerk the car forward and park at the garage. All I want at the moment is to take an icy cold shower to quench the heat rising at many degrees in my system. I dart the door open, dash out and walk briskly inside.
The living is made like ancient arts, antiquated furniture, prehistoric decors, curtains look timeless, huge expanse that reeks of the eighteen hundreds. We've come a long way. My father is well above two hundred years old, every member of the pack has lived past the age benchmark for humans but I, born by a human mother, who my father claimed died during childbirth, is just twenty five.
Thankfully, the pack is nowhere to be found, but I know there's someone routinely left behind to keep watch and aim for intruders. The lightening in the building just glows enough to be called an illumination, in actual fact, the interior take a dark essence to itself, the atmosphere is so out of like the heart of man, evil and dark.
Even though this building is hidden away in California and no normal human believes it's exist or does any supernaturals exist, it's a magnetic force to other supernaturals. They claimed their instinct led them here, or the building is like the earth's gravitational force that tends to pull all things to the center of the earth.
"How's your first day of school?"
I grunt. If anyone, it shouldn't be Luna Kali. Her crisp fine voice cuts through the quietness, my mind can picture her sitting on the huge throne chair in the living like royalty, away from the focus of light.
"Good. Where's the pack?" I slither slowly to my room.
I might have heard footsteps, but it seems Kali is on her feet now and is coming towards me.
But no, I'm wrong. Kali flash to me in a split second she's at my front giving me warm smiles. Warm smiles because it's her best smiles yet. An outsider will see Kali as innocent and a youthful vibrant adult that has a lot to live, I say she's an evil, old and callous lady that has more blood on her hands than the hair on her head.
Once again, I reveried in her nicely shape, nice figure. She dazzles in plain black pants and an equally black crop top that hugs her body more than flesh to the muscles. Her bob hair juggles as she playes around with her neck.
"Hunting." She replies suspiciously, taking sniffs all over my body as if checking me out.
"You were threatened today? What happened in school?" She cups my face in her hand. I jerk away and starts walking away.
"It's nothing, I saw blood." I'm ascending the stairs now.
"Ohh." She mutters.
I guess that must have worked, I reach my room with my mind dancing gleefully that I escape that episode, her voice rents the air again. This time, making my hairs jump.
"You sometimes forget I've got supernatural skills," she blurts and I halt, shut my eyes so that I see nothing but twinkles.
"What do you mean?" My hand is on my door handle and I might as well unlock the door, go in and shut it behind me, but Kali is my dad's favorite and one brutal female werewolf.
She's climbing toward me now, so instead of her usual super speed, she's actually strutting towards me.
I swear I've had one heck of a day today in college and I don't want anyone fuelling more troubles.
"Why's your heart pounding out of your chest? Pleaseeeee Kai, you can't deceive me. Most especially I'm your fated Luna."
She's reminding me that again, the fact that we're the bedrock of a descendant, it's sickening, it revolting, knowing that she's my Luna makes my body ache like I've been picked by a thousands needles. Knowing that our conjugal ritual is two full moons away sends me chained in eternal doom and forlorness.
"What. Do. You. Want. From. Me?" I'm facing her now, eyes blazing hot like the sun. My father is her shield, the pack got her back, if not, I won't hesitate to snap her neck a long time again.
She's so close that I can feel her heat against mine. She gently carresed my face, our lips almost touching.
"The truth, dear husband. Allow me share in your hurt, joy and love."
I catch her hands with feigned rage and fling them off. My teeth gnash against themselves and I fight the urge to engage her in a claw fight.
"Let me be, Kali. If you want to know so much about me, fucking go to school!" I growled, opened the door to my room and rolled in.
I can say I hurt her wrist because she wince and step back a bit with her face sliced in stinging anguish. But I don't care, Kali is brutal and needs a brutal hand to keep her in check.
I rush to my bathroom, strip off my clothes and pour myself under the shower to let the water beat off the tension in me. There's something about that Akira that makes jerks in emergency, something so weird and I'm decided to find out. As the water splash on my head down my heels, my temperature plummets reasonably and my pulse takes a chill, slowly, I make it to the normal human state, thereafter, I turn off the faucet, place my hands to support my body on the mirror and stare through the dew formed mirror at my heavily built torso.
As I dab myself with a towel, I allow my mind roam around Akira. Yeah, I'm a transfer student, but in my previous school, I'd not had someone who nicked me like the way Akira did, I didn't even lust for them the way I did with her. There's something different about her…about her blood or lineage.
By the time I'm done, I'm poured in a green jean knicker and white shirt, then I jump on my mind, open my laptop to search; Lakewood college, North California.
I know I don't have access to the institution but I gotta try, so I punch in Akira Kurosawa, as expected, I have no access.
Damn! I slap my laptop close and go to the floor to do some pressure. This little acts help regulate my anger.
But then, a bright thought fly into my head, I tumble over and grab my phone, go to Google and typed Akira Kurosawa.
What I behold is more than I expected. Akira Kurosawa is not some ordinary citizen, neither is the Kurosawa's.