CHAPTER TWO

Depth felt the pain slithering through his body, exposing him to a web extreme and excruciating pain.

"If you die you die,"those were the words he last heard before the darkness engulfed him, robbing him of the presence of light. Was he dead? He did not know. He could however feel the gentle lift off the ground; he also felt it when his body was slowly placed on something. Was the grim reaper picking him up to take him to hell? Depth lack the answers to the questions that pilled up on his mind. Thoughts angrily swirled around his mind mercilessly causing a sharp pain.

The vivid picture of his father's disgusted face came to him. His father had leaned forward, his face resting on his palm. His mother, her hair perfect and her dress detailing her delicate nature, stood behind his father with a distorted look. A mixture of disgust, anger and fear. Depth remember his mother's betrayal.His shield and resting place. She had forsaken her only child and joined forces with her husband to persecute him. Her denial of love towards him at his moment of weakness and pain hurt more than being continuously ripped apart with a dull blade.

"You are no longer my son," his mother had said to him in a timid and shaken voice when they dropped him at the run down orphanage. Abandoning him completely. He was a failure of a man in his fathers eyes. No, in truth his father as well, thought of him as a failure of a human being. Then began the continuous cycle of torture by his new "parents".The caretakers of the shady run down orphanage.

He could still feel the small yet repetitive pain of the cigarettes being put out on his feet. The sound the metal rod made when it landed on his skin was still fresh in his mind. The dingy mouldy smell of the room he was locked in almost daily still danced in the air. It never left him.

Yet shockingly, this only fueled the fire that burned in him. His will to live through it and thrive at the end with no regrets in life. He wanted to live. So when he got the chance, he made it out of the orphanage in the middle of the night and treked for days on days to safety until he found himself in a thick forest. Even when the fog slowed him down, he never sopped; until he felt his feet step on tarmac. The something heavy, fast, hit him.

"Why do you even try?" a clear low voice asked him. He didn't know who it belonged to but it antagonized him.

"You are weak and pathetic. You stand to gain nothing and your struggle is useless. You lack any talent what so ever. So why? Why do you try so hard? Your will always fail to achieve your desires. You will get nothing. Not love. Not companionship. Not strength nor happiness,"the voice mocked. It was loud and clear. Stabbing Depth where it hurt most. No mercy. Only detest.

Depth could feel his emotions running wild. Anger, sadness and despair. He knew better than anyone what he was. He was a good for nothing and a sad little boy who had nothing. He was weak. He was a bad person undeserving of love. Yet still in the back of his mind he was always hoping for a savior. Even if his savior was the villain. He didn't care.

"Does that mean that I should die then?" Depth asked the voice," Why must I be made into the monster? Why must I give up? Will death save me from the pain? Should I just die and give the people that hurt me the satisfaction of seeing how I lost? Is that all that I can be? "

"Do you think that you are worth anything child?"

"I am worth nothing. But that doesn't mean that my life will not change. "

"You are being delusional..."

"So what if I am being delusional! I will still live on! I will live! And no one can stop me!"

"Then open your eyes and show me your true worth!"

Christopher leaned towards the boy who body lay motionless on a bed. He slowly took up the boys hand and held it. Pain. Helix could feel the emotional pain that the boy felt. A miracle. That was what the boy was, as unlike vampires, wolves are unable to turn humans into one of them. It had been theoretically thought of but never put into practice as all test subjects had all died within seconds of being bitten. Yet before him was a weak looking boy who had fought off death, survived his poison and became the first dire-wolf that was originally human.

But there was a down side. As Helix was an alpha, his bite cause the boy to forcibly become his beta hence he was mentally connected to him. At the moment Helix shared the mental pain that the boy was suffering. He squeezed the boys hand gently.

"The boy is a miracle,"M.r Lanez remarked. He was the family doctor of the Prides. A small smile had spread on his face. He had witnessed history for the dire-wolves. The feeling to probe and experiment on the boy had been awakened. His excitement however disappeared when he met Helix's black eyes that seemed to suck out the energy in him. Reminding him that he was in the presence of a being feared by many dire-wolves including himself. He slowly swallowed the saliva in his mouth and forced himself to focus on Christopher. The older brother and the tranquilizer of the monster, Helix.

Christopher smiled at him gently. Lanez was momentarily relieved of his fear when he saw Christophers gentle green eyes that resembled emeralds. They were captivating and gave the illusion of kindness and sympathy to all. He never understood how such a perfect being was related to a monster like Helix. However the physical resemblance between the two brothers was very evident. They look identical. The only thing that distinguished them was the difference in their eye and hair color.

Noticing that he had stayed in the room for too long given that he had long finished his assignment, Lanez excused himself.Leaving the brothers and the boy in the room.

Helix then began retelling what had occuredto his brother, as Christopher attentively listened. When he finished Christopher slowly patted Helix on the back and gently hugged him, making Helix relax slightly.

"You saved him." Christopher finally said with a gentle smile before leaving the room.

Helix watched the boy. The boys heart beat seemed to align with Helix's own. A sign that the connection between the two had been formed.

"Don't worry. Your are ok. I will make sure you are if not." Helix told the boy whose face slowly began to gain color.