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Chapter 5: His first nightmare!

Darkness and scary with a little bit of choking atmosphere, large and narrowly with guards more plentier than an army.

Different sounds of people training with swords and daggers, they all trained in a large field outside the mansion.

It's the mansion of the famous Alpha Dracula, the leader and most powerful black werewolf that exists and ever existed.

The mansion occupies 950ft of land in the woods, it is a very old house and was almost ten thousand years old. It had multiple werewolf guards who were part of Alpha's Dracula pack.

The mansion had a gatekeeper who was also a werewolf but an Omega; which is the lowest rank of the werewolf world. It rarely had up to a hundred bulbs upon the fact that there were 109 rooms in the house.

It is spotlessly clean, beautiful black paint contrasted the walls of the house which was flat and rectangularly shaped. The fence was so high to the extent that no one could take a peek at what the inside looked like even if they were to stand on the statue of liberty.

The house had a hot temperature and the skulls of humans and some white werewolves were scattered in different directions where Dracula's men were training.

There wasn't a single sign of vegetation except for the flowers which were in their vases; The house spotted a german flooring rather. There were also four black cars parked at a dark car canopy which obviously belonged to Alpha Dracula.

Inside the house is a little complicated. The sitting room was as big as a hall, a simple chandelier hung at the ceiling which had a beautifully carved sculpture of a black wolf. It also had three hundred black leather seats arranged in a not very experted way in the sitting room.

In the middle of the sittle room stood a golden chair. It had a wolf's drawing at the head rest and a person was sitting on it. The person is Alpha Dracula!

He had a pissed expression on his face like he just lost a game he bet all his fortune on. He wore black all through and that made him look like a handsome demigod.

He had a beautiful face unlike his very evil personality, his mission is to be the king of all wolves and he would never stop until he has achieved it.

Alpha Zane stood before him at the front of his throne. His body was filled with bruises from the fight with the white wolf. He had a very scared look on his face like he knew he might not be alive in the next hour.

"What do you mean you couldn't kill the prime white wolf?" Alpha Dracula said.

"Your...your highness, I swear we all had it under control. But a white wolf came and overpowered us and even killed two members of my pack." Zane replied shakily.

"Just shut up your trash! You're an Alpha for heaven's sake, how can you open your mouth to say you were overpowered in a fight?" Alpha Dracula fired back.

Zane looked down in an ashamed way as he wondered if he was going to be killed for failing the mission. But then a thought came to his mind.

"I think the white wolf was Alpha Zaver, your highness!"

Alpha Dracula stared at Zane like he just spoke a language he couldn't predict. His face went blank and unreadable again after some time.

"How are you so sure it's him? Because I know and I know very well that he doesn't like public shows." Alpha Dracula replied.

"He had the agility and strength of a tiger and I'm not boasting but I know that no other Alpha could have stood a chance of killing two of my best pack members and injuring me!" Zane replied.

Alpha Dracula looked at him for a moment as if deciding if he should believe him before he nodded and said, "You can go, I'll send for you later."

Zane looked up with a surprised face like he really wasn't expecting to leave there alive. He bowed before he said..

"Thank you, your highness." Then he left hurriedly before Alpha Dracula changed his mind.


People running, glass breaking, a scream of pain and anguish. The sight was a bloody hell of a war Zone. Many humans and werewolves lay on the ground dead of the attack of the black wolves.

Blood on the fur of all the white wolves, different injury marks inflicted on everybody present on the scene.

A familiar white figure was fighting, he had so much strength and agility that the black wolves couldn't touch him. He was in his human form and he was dressed in white overalls. He dodged attacks from the black werewolves who were also in their human forms and were fighting with swords.

He was armed with just two daggers yet he was winning the fight, seven black wolves have been slain so far from the attack of his shining sword.

Moving with so much ease and grace like he was floating on air, he threw one of his daggers forward to stab a black wolf. He ran after the dagger with so much haste that he made a mistake, and that mistake cost him his life as he was slain from behind by a sharp sword…'

I woke up from my bed screaming at the terrible nightmare in which I saw so much blood and the dagger man dying at the end. I was sweating profusely as I had never had a dream talk less of a nightmare in my life, before now.

Somebody immediately started banging on my door. "Lucian, open the door, it's me." I heard my mothers voice and felt a hint of regret for waking her with my scream.

I walked up to the door and opened it. My mother hugged me in haste and that surprised me.

"What was it, Lucian? Did you have a nightmare?" She asked.

I nodded in desperation as I was scared to the bones about what the nightmare implies.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No," I said. I could never possibly tell her that I had a thing in me that calls itself my wolf. And that I was a werewolf when I knew she might laugh it off and blame it on the regular Alcohol I take with Bob!

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