DAVE'S P.O.V.
"Damn, it's the same dream again!" I exclaimed, rubbing my palm against my heart.
I keep having a constant dream of the Werewolf version of me piercing through a powerful girl's heart, with some sort of crystal shaped dagger. The tension I feel from exact dream scene is that of love, betrayal, revenge, and pain which seems so surreal that I feel a sharp pain in my heart immediately after waking up from this scene.
The dream keeps reoccurring over and over again, and each time, the face on the opposite side remains fractured like distorted fragments, which gives me a hard time reckoning who the mysterious girl is. My dreams are prophetic, literally 70% out of 100% of my dreams have attained fulfilment which is why I'm bothered of this certain dream. Although her face is unrecognisable, there are other significant characteristics she possess. Her hair was brown, she wore a symbolic necklace crafted from ancient steel but carries a huge volt of power, she was dressed in an animal skin coat, part of her body seem covered with fur, she had an anachronic typical ring and her hands were covered in fur with claws. She seemed strange but powerful, her strength is twice as strong as mine...
Moreover, due to the numerous significant dreams I've had in the past, I developed interest in sketching out my dreams in a particular book to serve as documentary and keep tabs on all my visions. I didn't give the book a name to avoid attractiveness because it's enchanted with rare magic and I'm the only one eligible to access the book - not even dad can access the book – The sketches aren't just animated drawings, they are prophecies which can be manipulative and dangerous if seen by the wrong eyes or obtained by the wrong people.
After few hours of trying to fix the distorted fragments together, I could picture a vague face in my mist memory.
"First time I'll get this close viewing the mysterious face." I said in relief as I grabbed my book to sketch down the face alongside other visual elements from my dream.
While creating the piece of artwork, I heard a knock at the door...
"Young master, your father wishes to see you now over breakfast" House keeper said.
"Okay, I'll be there in 10." I responded.
*MINI INTRODUCTION *
I'm Dave Frostman, The only son of Mark Frostman and rightful heir to Evergreen Bank Company. I have a black silky hair with few streaks of white hair, parted to the side with few strands often across my face which I believe makes me look sexier than ever, my lips are pink in colour, my eyeballs are black and they occasionally change to ocean blue whenever I turn wolf. I'm 6'10 tall, I practice cardio workouts so my biceps, chest, back, arbs, waist, and thighs are dreamy and well structured.
The Frostman is a bloodline of werewolves with Ink born Phantom Power – ability to melt into darkness, form deadly tendrils and engulf enemies in living ink –
This Ink born Phantom Power is a traditional rite being passed from one generation to another, starting with my ancestors, passed to my great grandfather , passed to my grandfather, passed to my father, and my father couldn't pass it to me because I conveyed a different werewolf Power that wasn't our lineage right from birth; The Venom Wraith Power – a toxic specter ability that dissolves into mist, poisons the air and melts anything with its deadly touch – It's said to be one of the matchless, exceptional, and most powerful ability a Werewolf can posses.
However, in my case? I'm exceptional indeed. After dad discovered my powers were from unknown source, he knew how rare and powerful my species are right from birth so he decided to gamble with my life anyway. The family traditional rite is not to be performed on wolves with the Venom Wraith trait because Venom Wraith is a supreme gene on its own; combining the Ink-born Phantom trait with the Venom Wraith is a dreadful experiment that could claim the subject's life, especially if it hasn't fully wolfed yet. But guess what?
My dad performed the family rites on me anyway right when I hadn't wolfed; that's how gruesome Mark is. I couldn't eat nor walk for months, I was stuck in a room, Mark had servants, and our family doctor, a fellow werewolf, monitored my improvements... I recovered in no time and I was back on my feet again... My wolf fur colour changed from pure black to white with a mixture of black, which is also why I have a few white streaks on my human hair.
The experiment almost killed me; it had a huge turn in my life, but it also made me superior to other beings of my kind; I can see visions, melt things, control minds, dissolve into mist and do many other activities while using both powers. You can bet your ass I'm a whole lot more than exceptional...
I have no idea who my mom is, according to dad, she died immediately after giving birth to me. Dad reminds me every time I killed the woman he loved but doesn't hate me for it because I'm his bloodline. From his description of Mom, she was a strong woman; too bad I didn't get to meet her.
Our existence has remained a mystery for years; humans believe we are folktales, unknown to then we breed and multiply right underneath their noses. However, I've always envisioned a world where humans and hybrid animals coexist and I know one day my vision will come true.
*PRESENT HOUR*
"Yes dad, you asked to see me." I said as I helped myself to a seat across the magnificent dinning table opposite dad's.
"Yeah son, I did" he said waiving his index and middle fingers at the maids to evacuate the room. "
He only does this if he has something really important to discuss." I thought.
"There's this lady I'm seeing, she reminds me so much of your mother; her smile, guts, perspectives, and personality remind me of your mom. However, there seems to be something unsettling about her daughter." He said, cutting the steak in his plate mildly. "which is why we are moving in with her for the time being." He concluded, putting the piece of steak he cut out earlier into his mouth.
"What? Move in with two unknown humans? How do we cope with keeping our identity a secret? What if our covers get blown?" I asked inquisitively, finding it hard to believe that Dad couldn't see his proposition as too much of a risk.
"Catch your breath, and ask one question at a time." He said chewing gently. "As of this instant, you're changing schools to Arcadia High. It's been finalised, you resume in the next 2 days" He added
"What the hell, Dad? You didn't discuss this with me ? You expect me to leave my school life and friends behind just like that, for what exactly ? Cause of your goddamn guts!!!" I said furiously as I slammed the table in a rage, and it melted into liquid sulphur.
"After years of training, this is the best you've got? Exercising your powers recklessly over trivial matters? You need to get your act straight, son; Anger isn't always the solution to things..." he said in distress.
"You're changing schools so you can keep tabs on the daughter while in school, and I do the same while she's home." He concluded, "Work on your anger issues before tomorrow and get your powers under control; if you don't do so, we'll end up getting our identities exposed 2 seconds after moving in with the humans." He added as he walked out of the room enraged.
"Dad's right! I have to get my act straight, the last thing I want is to expose our family traits because of my unsolicited rage." I thought on the way back to my room.