Werewolf in his adventure The Rejected Lycan

Fear gripped him as he walked down the hills to a wooden house. In sadness, he did not rest his mind. He could hear a howling sound from a distant distance. He wishes he was never born as he pulls the log of wood down the terrain.

He could hear the voice of the little children in the neighbouring house as he heaved a sigh of relief. Sorrow filled him, as he was living on the fate, which he wished he never heard. He opens the torn and old cotton and opens the door by its knob. He has to fake it out, knowing how inquisitive she could be. He wasn't ready to contend with her.

“Welcome Logan; did you by any chance see Renbus in the woods?” Samara asked. "No," he answered as sharply as he could. He knew his mother was swift in psychology, as his sharp response would give rise to many questions. He decided to start a conversation: “Hey Mom, you wouldn't believe what I saw today." "What?" she asked without lifting her gaze from the carrots she was chopping.

“Tales have it that Silinus isn't a Gamma," Logan said, with a radiant smile on his face. “Can you just stop this?" "No, Mom, it's the truth." “Well, glad he was once a Gamma," she grinned at him. He needed no further explanation, as he understood where his mother was leading. The last words sank sadness into their hearts. He wanted to speak, but words bubbled in his mouth. “Mom, this isn't fair," he finally let out a soft tone of his.

Samara understood the havoc he had caused in him as she paused her chopping and fixed her gaze at him. She heaved a sigh of relief. "Logan," she called and continued. “I do understand how you feel, and I sincerely apologise, but it was to let you know how Silinus will feel if the tales reach him.”.

Logan couldn't speak as tears trickled from his eyes. He wished this was never him. “Will I continue to live in fear and despair?" were the words he murmured in his heart. With tears in his eyes, did his mother know that her words had hurt him much more than she expected?

“I am sorry," she let out in frustration. Logan heard her words but pretended not to, as he knew how concurrently this had been occurring. “It won't happen again. He nodded, knowing fully well that it would happen again. Affirming his look, his mother went back to her business.

She felt it was right to change the topic, as she could still predict sadness from the silence she was met with. “Hey Logan, Timare asked of you," changing the topic. "Oooh, really," knowing the game and deciding to play along. “Yh, she is such a nice girl, you know." "Ooh, Mom, don't go there," Logan said as he sat on a table opposite her. “Why shouldn't I?" Samara questioned. “Mom, I'm not in for this conversation.”.

Samara, knowing her son had ended the conversation, took a napkin and dipped her hands, feeling satisfied with the work done. “Hey Renbus," he said as he walked towards her location. Hearing his brother's name, he stood up and let out a hug. "Welcome, Renbus," he said as his hug was welcomed.