Finding You, Again
David 2 - Old Friend's

It's been a week or so, I've been languishing in this room, and the old bang-I mean, the old man didn't show up to see me. The guard at the door kept saying, if they didn't know when he would come back.

I got tired of asking because of that monotonous answer.

I began to believe, he really wanted me to die bored slowly. If it wasn't for Bee, I would've tried it, dead I mean.

But Bee would be very sad if I died - not my overconfidence, but I'm very sure about this because I know Bee-\ very well, and remember Bee's little state of mind 'unik'\, losing myself could mean disaster.

I've been missing for over a week. I really hope Justin will cover up the news of my disappearance well. And also hope Bee will believe whatever news delivered by Justin.

I was lying on my side on a bed with a bed that was shapeless, full of torn and wood chips.

I've destroyed most of the room in frustration.

The only thing that still stood properly was the bed I was lying on right now. It's not that I can't lift it, but I imagine sleeping on the floor would be very uncomfortable.

I got up and started doing my exercise routine every day. Push up 500 times, more if I'm gonna. Sit up 500 times, and run back and forth for 1 hour. At least I still want to be in good shape if I'm going to meet the old man.

On the second day after I came to my senses, toiletries - soap, shampoo, toothpaste and toothbrush - were shoved through a small, barred window door. They also send me food and change clothes regularly every day. Eat three meals, while dress once in the afternoon.

For my food scraps and dirty clothes they take it again, if I put it near the window door, otherwise they don't ask for it either. But more often I put it near the window door. The smell of rotten food was another form of torture for my very sharp nose.

I guess the old man still wants me to live like a human if he comes back later.

Unfortunately they didn't give me a razor. My face is starting to itch. My whip must have grown wild. I can't see how my face is, because the bathroom here, isn't equipped with a mirror.

With sweat pouring out after I finished doing the exercises, I lay on my back on the floor and looked up at the glass roof. The only indicator of time for me that the day has changed.

Looking at the glass roof also gave me a hint that I was on the bottom floor, because I could see thick leaves and branches through it. If I were on the second floor or so, there would be no color other than sky blue.

Bee-------- Bee

The color of the sky immediately brought my daydream back to him. Most of the source of frustration that led me to destroy the contents of this room was Bee.

Every time I close my eyes, Bee's face comes up to me without pause. A face full of smiles, a face pouting, a face full of tears. They haunt me.

I knew Bee would be very worried if I didn't get out of this place right away.

I grabbed a book and a pencil - I asked for this book and pencil on the third day, I wasn't sure they were going to give, I didn't know, but it turns out they granted it quickly - who was lying under the bed and started writing.

This loneliness is unbearable

This emptiness echoing pain

Your shadow chasing me, everytime I close my eyes

Your scent catching me, in every breath I take

Your smile hunted me, in every dream I get

In a silent, I started in to the sky

Searching for your glimpse

To ease the heart that wittered

To paint your shade that almost faded

'There will be no love song that will be born, if you don't fall in love.'

Justin and Hugh's words are ringing in my ears today. Ironic indeed, when I feel down like this, fresh ideas keep popping up in my head. As if waiting to be written.

My desperation and longing for Bee, made me fill almost the entire page of the book now in my hands with songs and poems. Which I'm sure will be approved by Hugh to fill out my next album. If I could get out of this place of course.

My hands are also itching to play these songs, with my piano. I keep my fingers trained by playing the air piano every day. But nothing beats complacency when my fingers dance on the original piano's black white keys.

My desire to study music in depth may have been the starting point for my relationship with the old man to deteriorate.

I knew the piano when I went to school outside the pack. And fell in love, when I heard the music produced by the piano the first time I heard it.

My very sharp ears often give me headaches, because of the noise and variety of sounds produced by the human world outside the pack. But the sound of the piano made me feel as if I had a very cool water flush, a sense of peace was flowing all over my body.

After that, I half-dead worked hard to master it. It was then added to a fact discovered by an art teacher at school, if I had a voice that turned out to be very --good. I could never leave the music after that.

Music is an unusual pastime for werewolves. These people are famous for their rough temperament and love to fight. Hence. That old man, never could understand how I could be so obsessed with him.

But that doesn't mean that with my current situation, I can't fight. I'm still a werewolf.

While in the Academy I could easily defeat 5 warriors at once, and until now, I have been training skills for my battles on a regular basis.

My ability to fight this too, which may be the reason the kidnappers brought me here, used cowardly means, not open combat. They knew there was a chance I would beat them all.

I can't run away from what was destined to be the basic werewolf trait, which is to like to fight.

For 8 years of living as an ordinary human being, I have had good self-control, so as not to explode at any moment. And to be honest, music is a very helpful thing. The piano sounds calmed me down.

But the people around me, still know me as a person with a bad temper. I can act friendly and kind if I'm in front of the camera and the fans, but if it's behind the scenes, it's another story.

I'd be very serious about songs and music. There have been many new singers that I made crying because of my attitude that is very perfectionist when producing their songs.

Heyy. You want the perfect song, of course you also have to sing it perfectly.

Unfortunately, my ears are very sensitive because I'm a werewolf - which of course they don't know- -, so a slight mistake at the time of the recording, I'll soon find.

This is also what made Hugh believe in me so much, and gave him additional work as a producer for many songs from his label. Which means it also keeps me very busy, apart from being a singer, songwriter and then producer.

I'll charge him more money if I can get out of here.

Samar I heard the sound of footsteps away from the door. Time to change the guard turn apparently.

I glanced around me and realized, I was now lying in the darkness. It's already night time.

I got up because my body started to stiffen after pecking in the same position earlier, when I heard again the sound of footsteps approaching more clearly.

Not a guard, because all I heard was one pair of feet stepping.

Then the window door opened and a tray filled with my dinner appeared. Without saying much I approached the window door and grabbed the tray.

I took off the tray in shock, when suddenly the hand that pushed the tray grabbed my wrist and gripped it tightly.

"Who---" My question was interrupted because I could recognize the scent that barged in through the window door slit.

"Rohanna............!" Guess for sure, I couldn't have misunderstood the smell.

The soft and flat laughter reassured me, that hand was indeed Roan.

"Your nose is still amazingly accurate, as it used to be" he said, releasing a grip.

"I want to greet you in a better state actually, but you know for yourself, I can't meet you blatantly. So here-and-here"

Roanna was an old friend of mine from before I entered the academy, just like El. We spent a lot of time three.

But he wasn't sent to a human school like me and El, because of his poor self-control. Roanna is a siewolf*, but her fighting style and ability are close to both of us, and definitely not to be taken lightly.

"You live in town with your father now?" I asked, because there is a metallic aroma mixed with the aroma of fresh pine that is usually attached to it. "Yes, I got here two days ago" he replied.

"You were there two days ago, but only now you're seeing me?" I asked in annoyance and wonder. I wouldn't be bored to death if there was anything I could talk to.

"Heii---you think it's easy to sneak in here? I'm lucky I wasn't in the pack, when Alpha Owen broke an order forbidding anyone to see you. Otherwise, it would be impossible for me to be here right now" he replied tightly.

"It's nice to hear you still have the kind personality Roan used to be" Sindirku, with a wry laugh. Friendly nature is in the last order in Roan.

"Huh.you haven't changed either, Duke. Your mouth is still as sharp as your claws"

I could almost imagine Roan's slanted smile as he said it.

"Hurry to ask whatever you want to know, before the next guard comes" he said again, in a slightly tense tone. Our time is not much.

"Except that, stupid!!!! If just meeting you takes 2 days, you think I can help you get out of here?" he said cruelly.

"You said anything" I grumbled in annoyance.

"Hurry now!!" repeat in haste. "How's El doing?" my many.

"She's fine, back to her old house in the south of the pack, and she doesn't know. My father forbade me to see him, so as not to attract too much attention" Roan replied quickly.

"What?? He's not in the law?" I said with surprise. I'm glad El wasn't punished, but this is pretty shocking news.

"Ck. of course not!" decak Roan was impatient.

"You were never officially declared blurred. Alpha Owen used to announce, if you and El, go out the pack on his orders. And there's no way Alpha will break this pack with you, right? You will know, if indeed Alpha has broken this pack with you, Duke" continued Roan, with a firmer voice in annoyance.

F... !!! I swore loudly in my heart.

It was only fitting that for these 8 years, no one had searched for or hunted me, that Old Man never let me out of his grasp it turned out.

So all the scent-removing ingredients I drank first, were free deeds. I don't have to hide myself, because no one will be looking for me.

But Roan was right, the werewolf's bond with a pack could only be broken by Alpha.

Even if the Alpha pack dies, the bond with the pack will not break, because there will definitely be an Alpha to replace it.

And all this time, not a single werewolf could explain how it would feel if the bond was broken. Because it is certain that no one will want to hear it.

Actually I also do not know whether my bond with this pack can be broken or not, because I was born as a descendant of this pack.

I just know this disconnection could happen to Stray*\, because they're immigrants. If Alpha decides to expel him\, then he will remove the insignia* given\, so that he returns to being Stray.

Werewolf born from inside the pack does not need insignia, our blood will automatically carry the scent of the pack. I was hoping to escape the Blackmoon blood that was flowing through my body at that time, but I thought it was impossible.

As I walked out of this pack, my anger at the Old Man shut down any emotions I might be able to feel.

I was hoping that the old man would break my bond with the pack, after my departure. Because I obviously told him, if I don't want to come back here. But I expect too much of him.

"I'm glad El's okay" At least one of my worries is gone.

"You chose her to go with you Duke. You're the Scion in this pack. With you and El out of the pack due to Alpha's 'duty', it's like making an announcement to everyone, if El is a Beta candidate. Even the dumbest werewolf in the pack wouldn't dare to bother him"

I ignored that designation just because Roan said it.

"And you***ONLY*****bring El" I felt the anger that Roan was throwing at the emphasis of the word.

"You're angry that I didn't take you when I left here?"

Just a rude hiss that I heard in response to that question.

"You know I can't take you, Roan. I can't make your father sad again. She lost your mother. How can I make her lose her only child?"

I took a long and heavy breath.

Roan and El are my friends. They are like my left and right hands. El with his strategy and advice, Roan with his passion. Leaving one of them was also hard for me.

"When will the old man return?" ask again.

"Tomorrow, my father will meet with Alpha to discuss the matter at Monath before leaving. They've met a few days ago, but there's a problem left, so my dad's back in the pack"

Uncle Rex-Roanna-'s father is ga-one of the old man's confidants besides Uncle Egon. He is in charge of all the company affairs, which is why he spends a lot of time outside the pack.

Monath Corp, which is run by Uncle Rex, actually belongs to Al-mmmm, the Old Man. But all the profit is used for the welfare of the pack.

Under the leadership of the Old Man, this pack is progressing rapidly.

You could say the Blackmoon pack is the largest in the American plains. Because in addition to a large area, this pack also has complete facilities, almost like its own country. Inevitably, this pack has always been the goal of the Stray, not to attack but to take cover.

With the rapid advancement of human population and technology, werewolves inevitably followed suit.

I give appreciation for his steps when building the company. Without it, this pack may be over.

"The old man let me wait for a week more in this room, I've almost gone crazy thinking about the pile of work I've left for a week"

And also Bee, I added in my heart

I haven't wanted to tell Roan about Bee. Roan wouldn't betray me, but when he's emotional, his mouth will let out whatever's on his mind, without being filtered. I'll tell him about Bee later, if I'm better.

"heeh? What do you mean by a week?" asked Roan, in a strange tone.

"I've been here for a week over Roan, not 2 days" I explained, maybe he didn't know because it had just come 2 days ago.

"Idiot..!! you've been in this pack for almost a month" Roan's voice filled with concerned tone stung me strongly.

"A..pa mean? a month more? No way!!... I only realized about a week ago" I said stuttering.

"Yes, but you've been in this pack for a month. Uncle Egon told me. The man who kidnapped you made a mistake when he was investigating the dope you were given. They're so scared, you'll realize before you get to the pack. They continued to give additional drugs during the flight. If you weren't a werewolf, you would have died from overdosing" Roan explained at length.

They've been knocking me out for weeks? How much dope did they give me?

The anesthetic will more quickly lose its effect if given to werewolves, and the process still takes three weeks?

I wouldn't be surprised, if they turned out to spend all the drug stock in the hospital because of it.

Bee...??

I've been gone for less than a month? What about Bee? The panic now strikes me real. My breath hunts as my heart beats too.

"I have to get out of here" I told Roan.

"Are you nut? You won't be able to leave here even if you want to. Alpha Owen won't let you just walk away Duke, he's already...." Roan's voice was cut off abruptly.

"They're coming, I have to go now" Roan whispered in a barely audible voice. His scent slowly began to blur a sign he had gone away.

A few minutes later, the sound of two pairs of legs approached my door. The guards for the next shift are coming.

I walked away from the door in a daze. My feet could not even reach the bed that was my destination.

I've been letting Bee wait for 1 month with no news.

It's disastrous!!! I need to find a way to get to Bee as soon as possible. It's disastrous!!!

Regret rolls up all the emotions that inhabit my heart. I hope Bee will be okay when I get back.

I'm really sorry I made Bee experience this.

Without thinking, I grabbed the bed in front of me and threw it against the wall until it was destroyed. I don't know what else to do for this painful feeling to go away.

I'm sorry Bee..

*Stray: wild werewolf without pack

*Scion: Son of Alpha

*Beta: Second most important position in the pack, after Alpha

*Siewolf: Female werewolves

*Insignia : Pack marker.