Bastard son of an alpha king

”Hold on tight,” I said as I moved with all my strength not letting the weight of the person I was carrying slow me down. I knew the sooner I got to my mother, the more his chances of surviving.

As if on the clue, my mother came out of the house carrying a basket of portions I think she might have prepared for her customers, but as soon as she sees me, she drops the basket and walks towards me hurriedly.

She shot me an angry look before returning her gaze to the body I had carefully placed on the floor.

“Where did you see him,” she asked as she observes the body closely. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelceo(.)com.

“On my way to see you,” I said quietly, I was not sure she understood me as I was still in my wolf form.

She looked at me and I could tell she had so much to say but now was not the time. She did some recitation in Latin and the body started floating to the house.

Really?

Like how come I don’t know that magic spell? It would have been so much easier transporting him here. My back still hurts like hell.

When we finally got inside our house, and mum cleared the dinner table and carefully placed him there. I left them to go to my room where I shifted back to my human form.

It felt good to be back home, as looked for a piece of dress to put on, after which, I ran to quickly go help my mother with what she needed to help save the stranger.

As soon as I got to the sitting room, I saw my mother looking like someone in a trance.

”Are you alright mum?” I asked as I walked up to her. She turned and looked at me with worry written all over her face.

”Where did you say you saw him,” she asked She asked as she fixed her eyes on the wounded stranger.

”Mum, I don’t think that is important for now, let’s just treat him,” I said as I looked at the stranger burns which seem to be healing fast.

Now that is strange.

I know werewolves heal fast, but not this super-fast, considering the amount of burnt he had.

” He does not need treatment,” my mother said staring at the stranger,

”How do you mean,?” I asked, puzzled by what my mother was saying and her reluctance to treat the stranger.

”Because he is my son,” She said, as I watched tears drop from my mum’s eyes.