35 Chapter (35): Batter

Miguel resided silent and once more, Ryan shouted, he wanted to wake up, "tell me." He had to endure the truth.

Ryan was clenching his fist, what a cursed morning it was. Miguel got to his feet and strode across his son, his hand rested on his shoulder, "all these years I was tending to protect you from them. From those heartless people. I wished you to live happily, love your cousin and make a life that you deserve but it seems the past would always stalk me in the shadows."

Ryan opened his eyes, he knelt in front of him, "forgive me, father! I was a silly child. The truth was harder than I expected." He was sobbing, his shoulder shivering under his father's hand.

Ryan was terrified, he knew that if Livia noticed him being alive then he had to forget his cousin and join the court that he loathed the most, knowing Wilmore was his young uncle was the awful part, the man who looked like a pure murderer. If he could describe demon, Wilmore and his icy aura was the definition.

"Rise, Ryan! There are more."

Ryan heard his footsteps that went to a bracket on the wall. He rose, cleaning his eyes with his sleeve, and watched his father who picked and below on the dusty silver chest box that had seated there, from a very rusty era and teemed color to black with germs. He brought it to the table and placed it there.

"Here you will know what our kin exactly is. I always wished that you never find the dark side of this family but I can't fight destiny, Ryan! Not anymore."

He pointed out to Ryan's necklace, and added, "give me the gold key. It seems violence would not be washed out from our blood. No silver wolf can live and survive out of the pack."

Ryan's hands moved to his chest, his head was flashing out of the heat, the necklace that his father gifted him at the age of ten was a true key that had a lock. Taking the necklace off his neck with a stroke the chain tore, he gazed at the small key on his palm. He indulged in judging his father soon.

Reaching his hand out of his body, he handed his father the key that he wished. Miguel didn't hesitate and opened the lock promptly.

"Ryan, I did rather hide the secret in my guts than tell you lies that could make you hate me. I didn't want people to abuse you for the position you have."

Miguel noted, opening the chest, he gazed inside it. Ryan's eyes were on it, he couldn't keep his bowels from twisting and burning.

"Liars are cowards, the secrets that must be hidden shall not be told until necessary, if not, they are not secrets but fear. I respect you father."

Miguel gently bobbed his head and turned the chest box to Ryan so he could see inside it. He was glad that Ryan had waffled enough to understand which kind of threat was chasing after them.

Inside the box, there was odd stuff! Three silver vials and a small gold needle that was for injection. All were made with grace and certainty. Ryan couldn't discern what they exactly were until his eyes stopped on the rolled parchment papers that a leather string was weaved around them.

He peeked at his father, meaning if he was allowed to touch them.

"Ryan, I told Lisa to give you this but today I changed my mind. The truth has a voluminous pack but you are fated to this, because of the blood that boils in our veins."

Ryan said no words, and picked the papers, unstrung the tie, and went ahead, unrolling the parchment papers, he found three pieces.

His eyes widened as he saw the first one, it was the human anatomy that named each sensitive and vital part, he turned to the next one and coughed. His eyes flashed on his father.

"A werewolf anatomy, father what are we? Are the tales true about our family? Is this why people fear us?"

Ryan knew the answers. He was always different than others, in figure and stamina, in vision and moves. But, but he never changed shape.

"They are true but not entirely. Our blood had mixed and we lost the power of shaping, yet if we do, no silver bullet can harm us, this is what they are afraid of."

Ryan swallowed. He didn't expect this at all, this one was better than being the Princess' son but very dangerous. People called the werewolf, the beasts, the children of demons, and his father kept this stuff, but why? Did he forget that people didn't care about his title and would burn here, including them?

"This can batter everything."

Ryan murmured.

"No, don't assume wrong. I am giving you our great father's blood essence. But I don't want you to inject it. I didn't too."

Then why did he give them all to Ryan?

"You don't trust the court, do you?"

Miguel shook his head, "no son! I never had trusted them and since they sent me that decree of becoming a Lord, I knew that if I accept then they will force me to be abiding by the next one."

Ryan gazed down at the third parchment that was all notes about the time of injection and the warnings.

"You think, I am inclined to inject, this is why we are here! This is because of the women we protect, our family."

Miguel walked further and placed a hand on his shoulder, "everyone can change after hearing the truth through time or every occasion that might pop up on the way. Don't let anything nor anyone darkens your heart. Just trust the wolf instinct if you got into a situation to inject the essence. Use only one vial."

"When are you leaving?"

Ryan smelled that since his father brought him here.

"I will go after I make sure Barbra and Jason get married. Ryan, if you felt that things are fishy, I want you to send Lisa to her parents and make sure they will live in safety."

Miguel was worried that if Livia discovered about Lisa being pregnant, then she inquired for them to go to the castle.