I Scored Myself A Mate

The Great White Wolf. It was a spirit feared by everyone. The initial wolf spirit, the first person who ever became a werewolf, basically their god. Strong and undefeated for many years it is said that lived almost a millennia and that his power could rival, even to that of the elves, to that of the original gods created by humanity's magic. He was a legendary figure, the one who started it all and because he was the first one, he was the prototype, with its good and flaws. Known to be cursed with enormous bloodlust and anger to equal the gift of his powers this great wolf lived always in isolation and away from others. 

One day the legend says that he got tired of being alone, he was always sad and lonesome so by his own will he returned to the earth, his wolf spirit, broken and abandoned searches through the earth for a suitable host and once every few thousand years he finds a new person to live in. Those people re considered dangerous by their packs but at the same time they're being worshipped. Feared and hated for their powers they live in isolation and are allowed to see the sun only when they are needed. They were weapons, nothing more or nothing less. It was almost certain that the pack who will be lucky enough to have the white wolf would flourish and prosper, defeat all their enemies. 

Mikael was shocked, he had every right to be. This sickly and weak kid was telling him that he was the strongest wolf of all time, while he laid in a hospital bed, with his head all bandaged. He never believed in stories like that, even though he was a supernatural creature, legends never seem to appeal to him but right now if Alexander was telling the truth together with Allias he would have encountered two of them in his life. He didn't know if he was actually lucky or misfortunate.

"Are you serious about this?" Mikael asked him, as if he needed to make sure. This was not something you would hear every day and even though Alexander did not seem like the person who would lie he had to be sure. 

The boy nodded, fiddling with the sheets on his bed. What was going to happen now? Would he have to break the spell? What Luke would say? He had always kept this secret, buried deep in his heart, almost making himself believe that he was sickly and weak from the start, just so he wouldn't have to think about the horrible things he did. As if those were going to be erased so easily. 

"It's a good thing I did not call Adam. No one must know of this. You understand that right? They will make you release the spell and lock you in a room for the rest of your life." Mikael warned him and Alexander stared at him, surprised. Was he willing to keep his secret?

"So you won't tell anyone?" 

"No I won't. This concerns you and only you. Also I think that our pack is unstable right now, too much uproar. A Great White Wolf would be like tossing oil to a fire and no one needs this. Once you feel better we will return to the pack. We need to find some sort of communication with the others too." Mikael explained and let out a heavy sigh. Things were getting more and more complicated. This would not be a good omen; he was sure of it. He grabbed the hospital chair away from the side of the bed and left in a corner, probably placing it back to his original position. He headed towards the room door and grabbed the shiny silver handle but before turning it he asked "I am going to get some coffee, want me to bring you anything?"

"No thank you" Alexander kindly replied.

"Chocolate milk it is" Mikael mumbled as he left the room and a slight smile appear on the wounded teen's face. 

This seemed to be resolved pretty easily. Alexander though while he remained alone in the chilly room. At least for now his secret would remain just that, a shadow of his self, following him everywhere and haunting him, only him, like a ghost no one else would see. He sighed and plopped back on his pillow, the wound on his head showing its dissatisfaction with this action by almost numbing his whole skull. He sighed and covered himself with the sheet. There was an actual chill in the room that made him think if he could ask a blanket. His eyes scanned the room trying to find the source and for the first time he noticed a half opened balcony door. He didn't realize it was there before, maybe in his haze and on the shock of their conversation Alexander had overlooked it. 

The white curtain was dancing discretely with the flow of the air, the wolf observing its rhythmic movement for a while before realizing that he needed to close it. He stood up, fighting the endless dizziness and slowly, dragging his naked feet he headed over there intended to close it. The lights of the town though grabbed his attention, so bright, so pretty. Alexander took a step outside, gazing at the town and the hospital garden, a few people walking through the small patches of grass and the narrow pathways. He always found the existence of gardens in hospitals quite contradicting. Such dreadful places filled with fear and tears had the people sitting in such beautiful benches. Maybe there was a need for igniting hope but what was hope anyway? A driving force or just a made up wish, a side step before you headed back into a terrifying road. 

Alexander's eyes traveled everywhere, as if he was inspecting the place, his big eyes taking in his surroundings. The faces of the people, the uniforms of the doctors and the nurses. Such a humane place. So many humans and just only…one wolf, he realized as his sleepy eyes landed on him. His eyes flattered, realization of who he had found slowly seeping in. Yes, he couldn't be mistaken. Right there, at the garden of hopes Luke was standing, staring at the grass, his shoulders slumped and a sad expression on his face. 

He was here, he had come. 

"Luke!" Alexander shouted and the man's head instantly snapped at the source of sound. What if he left? Alexander worried and his heart raced. He couldn't make it there in time. "Wait!" he shouted again as he noticing him thinking. He was trying to find a way to escape again but Alexander wasn't willing to allow it. 

Before he had realized he was jumping from the balcony.