The Werewolf's Chapter 216: You never forget

Chapter 216: You never forget

Gyles.

I know now that I hate movies.

Or maybe the loud sounds from the speakers and the flashing lights are not for . I escape from the theatre, glad that they didn’t notice. I got flashbacks. Things I don’t want to rember and sohow the movie beca a trigger.

The minute I walk out of the darkness and to the bright light outside, I feel relief wash .

You need to rember.

Stop pushing the mories out.

My wolf shouts to . My heart races against my chest because, for the first ti since I acknowledged him, his voice is very loud. I run out, in search of the front door. I keep running until I get outside the house. I don’t know what is happening but I sense anger coming from my wolf. He is upset with

right now and I don’t know what I have done.

You don’t want to accept everything.

He shouts so loud, I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest. I keep running until the cold air hits . I don’t stop running until I am out of the parking lot and in the street. There are cars everywhere. I close my eyes and a piece of mory surfaces.

"I am not a wolf,’’ I shout to the man that calls himself my father.

He sighs "You will always be a wolf. No matter how long you deny this. There will always be that part of you that is Lycan. They might have made you who you are today but you will always be missing a crucial part of you.’’

I shake my head in refusal.

He has been trying to convince . Telling

who the fuck I am when I know who I am. They want

to be soone I am not. They want to control .

"I will never accept this. You have kept

in here for years, you are trying to decide my fate but I will not accept this. I will not accept you.’’

He runs his hands through his hair "You are not a prisoner. You are my son. The next Alpha to the pack. You have to accept this side of you.’’

From the first ti I t him, I always knew he was desperate for more. He wanted

to accept his way. He needs

to accept him but I don’t have anything to lose. I don’t have to accept this.

"It feels like I am a prisoner. I haven’t seen sunlight in God knows how long,’’ I recede.

This is how it has been. I count the days in my head but I don’t know when the night ends and a new day begins. He hasn’t given

a reason why I am still in this room. I have tried to escape but there is just no way out of here.

"Co on,’’ he says finally. Maybe I have finally gotten through to him.

I stand up from the bed in a place that has beco my room. The prison cell that he is trying to make holy.

"Are you letting

out?’’ I ask with excitent. The depth of how I feel right now is encompassing. Being locked for years is a punishnt that no one should ever have to go through. Maybe If I just accept him, maybe he will let

go.

Once we walk out of the tal door of the room, I see a hallway. It is very dark but he climbs up the stairs like he knows his way around. He turns to

slowly, with a smile on his face "I will show you where you are. Prove to you that you an the world to ," he smiles, almost like he expects a thank you from . I should be grateful that he is doing this for .

I know he is just going to lock

back in after everything.

I will not give in to him.

Once we reach the last step on the stairs, he pushes the door open and the rays of sunlight hit

imdiately from the windows in the room. "This is my house...your house,’’ he explains as I look around the room that leads into the basent—where he kept . We walk out of the room and to another hallway, this ti, I count a total of four doors. Each of them a mystery to

as the next.

"I wish things didn’t have to be this way. I wish I watched you grow into the man you have beco. Your mother would have been so proud.’’

For the first ti since I t this man, this is the first ti he is talking about her—apart from that mory he shared with . The one where she gave birth to . The only mory I have of her. I know he said she is not alive but I feel more of a connection to her than him. Maybe, I am not forthcoming towards him but you can’t bla . He has

locked up like a prisoner.

He killed my family.

My real family.

"Are you trying to make

listen to you, is this your way?’’

He sighs loudly. He can tell that I am being stubborn. I don’t have anything else to live for—except Rogers. I am sure he has grown a lot. He must miss

so much. I don’t even know how he is coping. I might be here but my heart is with him, my heart is only focused on the day we will be reunited. I know he is a fighter, I know he is strong. He will never give up. There is no one I believe in more than him. I know how good a person he is. I know that he will stay strong and wait for . No matter how long it takes. I plan on getting back to him.

We finally walk out of the house and I feel the sunlight on my skin. There is this burning sensation that cos with the sun hitting a vampire’s skin. It is not dangerous to us and it makes us feel alive. right now, I feel the most out of this experience because it has been so long. There are people outside and the minute they see us, their attention shifts to us. I look away because I don’t know these people but it feels like they know

and I feel judgnt coming from them. The only person I have seen in all this while is him.

"Ignore them, co with ," he tells

as we pass them. A couple of them greet him and he returns their greetings with smiles.

"You might not feel like this is your ho but I know with ti, everything will fall to place,’’ he tells

as I continue to follow him. I know that this will never be a ho to . "I will never belong here,’’ I tell him blatantly.

The sooner he cos to terms with all this, the better.

He sighs "Because I killed your family?’’ he asks. That is not the only reason, but I don’t argue with him. I don’t tell him that the man that has my heart is out there alone—even though I promised to always be by his side. I don’t tell him all the things I feel because he is not important to .

Whatever he feels about

is not reciprocated.

I will never warm up to him.

We keep walking until we get to another house. This one is smaller than the one he kept

in. "This is her house. A little hut that no one cos to anymore. It is sacred because of all that happened,’’ he explains to

as we walk into the door.

I know who he is talking about before we enter the house. My mother. Like I said earlier, I feel a connection to her and she is not even alive. Once we walk into the room, I feel a familiar scent. It is so strong that it takes over

completely.

"No matter how long it is, she will always live on in these walls,’’ he closes his eyes and I watch him as he takes a deep breath "My one true love,’’ he breathes out those words and then opens his eyes. They are golden and bright.

I feel his pain, even though I shouldn’t.

He lost the love of his life.

The love of my life is all alone.

"You took

away from him,’’ I confess. This is the first ti I am showing sincerity in front of him. He opens his eyes wide—there is confusion sprawled on his face.

"You took

away from my one true love," I add. I want him to see the bigger picture, he got his revenge for everything that happened to him, so why am I being punished?

I don’t deserve this.

I need to be with Roger.

He needs .