Runaway Alpha

“Mom is there something wrong?”

I asked as I saw how my mother looked at me in a very unfamiliar way. She stand up and and look around my room walking and opening all of the drawers as if he is looking for something. I was about to ask her about the thing that she is looking for but then she stopped as she saw a pen and a clean paper.

A pen and a paper? Now I remember that my mother is good in her hands. One of her talents is that she is good in drawing. He even made a title because of that talent of her.

I just silently look at my mother who was seriously drawing and scribbling something on that paper. It is as if she is eager to do it since it is something urgent.

Now I doubt if I should have said those words. Is it a bad move for me to ask something about that old man?

But that old man looks just like what I described, even so, I feel like I’m missing some important details.

How I wanted to hit my head for forgetting such thing I am such an idiot for not remembering those memories even if it just happened not so long ago!

I was surprised when my mother called me and made me look in her direction. She too look at my side only to show me the picture of the scribble and drawing she just did

I can feel the wave of chill running up to my spine as I saw those very image

“Mom”

I mumbled as I can’t explain how I am feeling right now.

Yes, indeed I… said those features and it’s similar to what my mother drew but I never said that the men have a mustache and have a weird scar right beside his ear… the mole that is not that clearly visible in placed right under the mouth. I never said that…

I somehow feel as I feel like I am seeing that man again in the very front of me. I don’t recall clearly how he literally look like that they I saw him selling beverages. But after seeing that portrait…

“Um… that looks exactly just as the man I saw that day”

“Did he talk to you?”

I nodded my head in reply because indeed… we talked to each other.

“How did you meet him?”

My mother looks so serious for me as she ask those things. That’s why I just answered her without any filter. I put no changes about what really happened

I was feeling like at that time of year eating sandwich and which one I wanted to buy some memory visitor drink in San Jose I’m still selling 1 and hes still on her if that’s tall we can talk about me purchasing a drink my drink I mean a milk but it is not selling any and he somehow questioned why someone like me…

I can remember his words saying thjngs such as…

I never know a man as Tough as you would still drink beverages such as milk it’s not like you

And he said that after laughing at me. Now that i realize it he acts so weird…

Did he call you in any other way? Or did he tell something about our family?

Now my mother is holding may shoulder. Har hands feels cold as if she is anxious. Is she hiding something? Does that man have anything to tell me about our family? He doesn’t look like a bad guy in the first place but…

Now that i recall, he did call me as something like young master.

Mom, he did

There is a weird look on the face of my mother as i tell her those words

He called you what

He called me as young master. Do you know him?

Now i can feel the grip of my mother getting tighter but it soon loosen up. Still, one can see the handmark she left after she did that. I then feel her hugging me so tightly as she carress my hait.

My mother is surely acting weird. Is there something wrong? I wonder…

“Emric, if you see him again do not let him get near you. Okay?”

Why is she telling that to me as if I am some small little child who was needing protection. I am strong and is sure that I can defend myself

I gulp in realization

Now I feel bad as I tell those with bandages covering my whole leg and revealing this weird scar with weird written thing I dont know

I feel like I do not have the right to say that since the vey reason why I got this thing is because of my negligence about my opponents

I know he is strong and I admit that I am less stronger than him but it is also me that jump out of the situation thinking that I can handle it. And… in the end, I just waited for my father to rescue me and get there to fix all the solutions needed.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Somehow… I feel burdened about not being so strong that I am relying on my father. All this time, I think that I am stronger than anyone else but then… with that situation happening… I can’t help but admit to myself that I am lacking in many things

I am lacking in the strength. I am lacking in knowledge about handling that situation… if only I am as strong as my father, no. If only I am stronger than my father, then maybe things would be easy for me that I can just punch that thing out and everything will be solved. That I can just glare at him and he can no longer stand normally but then I am nothing but a mere little kid who have no much experience about battling with other creatures other than the wolves who are basically having the origins like me

My thoughts was disturbed when my mother speak to me

“If you did see person that looks like that… please go away and stay away from him”

“Mom, why are telling that? Is he somehow a person that even father can’t handle? But he looks plain… though”

“No, he is a person who has no fluence in our wolvendom”

“If we have no much influence in our wolvendom, then why do I need to avoid him? is he a bad person?”

“No it’s not that but… Yes he is”

I somehow narrowed my eyes as I hear those 2 conflicted answers coming from my mother. Whe just said that the person is not bad but then he just declared right after that he is

Just who is that person and why is my mother acting like this??