Chapter 22: THE BLACK WOLVES WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE!

Mom was waiting for me in the living room when I got home. She had a determined look on her face as to what she'd do if I didn't come back with the news of a job. She was eating her favourite apple juice and sausages. "Welcome honey!" She said when I walked into the sitting room. "You look tired, come have some juice and sausage. I looked at her as I pulled out the suit tie from my neck because it was choking me.
"How did it go?" She asked in curiosity.
"I didn't get the job, the interviewer complained that I'm too young!" I lied.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry about that, did you go to any other companies after you got rejected by the first?"
"I did, I got rejected in four after that." I replied with a smug smile. "You what!" She shrieked in horror. "Are you cursed or what?"
"I'm just kidding, I got the job, they told me to resume on Wednesday."
"Wow! I knew you were joking about being rejected when I saw your smug smile." She said in happiness. "What company employed you?"
"Blue Crystal." I muttered. "Blue what!" Mom said, her eyes so wide in surprise. "I heard from a friend whose son applied there today that they postponed the interviews to Wednesday. How then did you do it?"
"Long story, I'm really tired." I said and got up to walk to my room.
I got to my room and stripped to my boxers and singlet, walking to the bathroom to take a bath. I was done freshening up in the space of ten minutes and walked to my bed to lie down. I tried to close my eyes and sleep off but it didn't work. I kept getting restless as I remembered the woman who called herself "Sarah Wilson''. What bothered me the most was the way Mr Maxwell cut short the interview when she left and told me that I've gotten the job. My life is getting more completed by every second, countless riddles popping up like night notifications. I didn't know what happened back there in the office. But one thing I was sure of was that, she smelled like a werewolf, her scent was so familiar and I was sure she was related to either one of the three werewolves with Zane, or the one that fought with me in the bar.
Now that I thought of it, "What happened to the corpse of the two dead black werewolves that were killed by the white one that saved me?" I asked myself.
I closed my eyes as I tried to remember if I still saw their dead bodies when the cop car came to me and Ben's rescue. I tried my best to remember if the cop car's light shone on the dead body on that day, but the memory of that particular scene was as blank as it was deleted from my brain.
I cursed and stood up from my bed, trying to call Luca with my mind but it was quiet. Mr Maxwell told me to resume on Wednesday after he informed me that I've gotten the job, he didn't ask if I had any past experience in Graphic designing and if that was what I had been studying in college before I dropped out. It almost seemed like he was possessed with the haste and desperation in which he used to tell me that I've gotten the job. I walked to my window and stared outside New York city, our house was built high and I could see the countless streetlights that made the city shine like enchanting gold.
"When the hell would I see my guardian?" I asked Luca.
*"Very soon!"* It muttered back and I was glad that he wasn't pissed anymore. I still couldn't believe that I've got a wolf inside me, it all seemed too fairytale-like to be true.
"Luca, how did you know that I'll get the correct answer when you told me to guess the founder of that company and the year it was founded?"
*"I don't know, but I think you have the gift of speculation, since your biological father had it…"*
My heart stopped beating for a second when I heard Luca's last sentence. My biological father? How the hell did he know my father?
"What did you say, Luca?" I asked. My body system was quiet as I didn't hear a reply from Luca. He seemed to have realised that he'd said too much and that's why he's not replying to me now. I slowly walked to my bed and recollected something. "What did he say?" I asked myself, sitting on the bed. "I think he said my biological father "Had" it. Not "Have" but "Had"!
Does that mean that my father is dead?! I thought in horror; my eyes wide open like I've seen a ghost.
"He must be the one I saw in my dream." I said; a tear-drop falling down my eyes. "He was killed by black wolves!" I shouted out like a maniac, feeling more pain because it took me this long to know that he was my father even though I saw how I took after him with my facial features. But then, once again, he was almost as young as me when I saw him in my dream. Or does that mean that werewolves never age?
"Why does my life have to be full of this many riddles?" I shouted in anger and walked to the plastic chair near my bed and threw the chair to the wall in anger, it collided with the wall and made a loud sound as it broke into two.
"Lucian, Lucian!" I heard mom call my name repeatedly as she hit her hands on my room's locked door. I fell to the ground with tears threatening to fall down my eyes. "I lost my foster father to partly natural causes." I soliloquized in pain. "And now, I might have lost my biological one to artificial death by the black wolves."
I stood up from the ground and walked to my door. "If he's really my father and it's true like I've guessed that the black and white wolves are at war, THE BLACK WOLVES WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE!"