Barely Breathing - my_mind_speak a.k.a R.G Teongson (classic books for 12 year olds txt) 📗

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Kurt Erenthe started pacing while deep in thought. Wyatt - the Beta of the pack - came earlier to deliver him rather good or bad news- depends on who is the receiver.

He was the Alpha of the Moonlight Traverse pack. By the age of seventeen, the pack was passed down to him, it was such an early age to be held down with big responsibility. Leading an estimated one hundred twenty werewolves.

Now that he's eighteen instead of going to a friend's house, goofing around, or even finding a way to get laid, he was thinking on how to secure the whole perimeter of their land so no one in his pack would get killed by the Hunters.

Thinking about the Hunters brought an unpleasant feeling to Kurt's stomach, It twisted. It was the Hunter's fault that instead of being a normal eighteen year old he became an Alpha. They killed his father in his own land. Turned out that his dad's Beta - William Spear - set him up with the money as the prize.

"Kurt, honey. I heard that Aislyn is back?"

He smiled, seeing his mother. She was still the same, losing her mate might comes losing some part of her but her loving mother always doesn't forget how to smile. "Yes, mom. She's back." Torn between his pack and his family he sat down the sofa and buried his head in his hands.

"She's your cousin, Kurt. She doesn't have anyone," Her mother said, gently patting his back.

"Mom, she has a Hunter's blood. We're not sure about her capacities. Maybe one day she'll just snapped out of it and kil the whole pack!" He pointed out and to his surprise his mother laugh. A real laugh.

"Honey, she's a family and besides she's already eighteen. A Hunter awakened by the age of fifteen so it's impossible."

"I'm not going to take that risk. I'm talking about the whole pack!"

Sylvia's eyes soften as she stared at her son. He shouldn't be here thinking about what's good or bad about the pack. For some reason she blames herself but she find it stupid to blame anybody. The spirits has done all this on purpose. Even if she had to loose her mate.

"You know you talk like your father when he started being an Alpha."

"Mom. Let's not talk about dad."

"Kurt, David died protecting us when I was giving birth to you and now is the time to repay him by taking his daughter in our care." She stood up and opened the door and before she closed it she heard a faint "I'll think about about it."

She smiled. He's definitely like his father.


There was a light tap on the door.

He cleared his throat. “Come in.”

It was Kahlil. Laura’s son, Will Spears grandson. Only he and his mother know that, of course, or the kid would get exiled just like his mother Laura, Kurt’s best friend. Kahlilwas only two when the Beta’s family was exiled. Laura was scared that they have to go rogue so she left Kahlil to him. The excuse was Kahlil was a cousin from another pack.

“Kurt?” Said the sleepy Kahil, rubbing his eyes.

“Hm? Come here, buddy.” He opened his arms and scooped him up. “What’s the problem?”

“I’m sleepy,” Kahil replied, yawning.

“Then go to sleep. Want me to tuck you in?” Kurt asked, rocking the kid back and forth.

“No!” He whined. “I don’t wanna sleep! I wanna play. It’s afternoon and Trevor and Max are playing. Why am I sleepy?!” The kid demanded.

He chuckled and shook his head. “It seems like you’re starting to change, little one,” he said, poking Kahlil’s button nose.

The kid wrinkled his nose. “Does that mean I’m going to be like you?”

“Yes, you will be a big and strong wolf!” He exclaimed.

Kahlil’s mouth formed an ‘O’. “Does it hurt?”

“No, you're not going to change physically. You're ability will just improve although yes, in some way, you are going to change physically.” He rambled. He looked at Kahlil's face and shut his mouth. It was clear that the kid has no idea on what he's talking about.

“When?”

“On your birthday.”

“Oh, bummer! That’s in two weeks,” Kahlil mumbled.

They remained still in almost half an hour. The soft snoring and the ticking of the clock was the only thing that you can hear inside the office. He reached the phone and dialed Wyatt.

"Hello," He started.

"Alpha Kurt," the Beta said from the other line.

"Bring four wolves. We're going to my cousins house." Without waiting for a reply he hung up.


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So, this is so short! I'm just going to introduce you to the Moonlight Traverse pack! haha.


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Chapter 02

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When I was a kid I had super powers - at least that's what I believed in. I would jump in my bed pretending that I could fly, saving mother from the evil villain, saving the world from evil, and wearing capes pretending that I'm a super hero, all this, I achieved when I was a kid. My mom would always say: "I didn't know I had a son!" And she laugh as she hugs me.

A mothers embrace cannot be replace by anything in this world. The comfort that it can give to an eight year old. When I was eight years old I would always wory about my mother's death. I would always tell myself that she can't die because I'm still a kid. I would always tell my older cousins that their mother would be the first to the because they're older than me. They would frown and leave me all by myself. The eight year old me worries was about her mother dying. My dad died when I was still in my mother's womb.

I didn't expect it to be sooner. I was eight when she died - more like vanished - her car fell into a cliff but her body was never found. I can hardly comprehend the happenings around me. My mother is dead and I'm all by myself but Michelle came, mom's best friend. She became my mothern and my friend. she was never married but had a son named Josh who is five years old and creepy though, she vanished just like my mom.

Michelle loved hiking and mountain climbing after we moved in here she was on the roll climbing the nearest mountain or whatever that they climbed. Her things was there but she wasn't. Me, as I'm eighteen years old, will get the custody of Josh IF Michelle is dead. I hope not.

"Acey?" Asked a muffled voice coming from outside the door.

I look at the mirror again. Shit! My eyes is still growing red. I get up and didn't bother to open the lights. I can see clearly reminding me how a freak I am. I put on the green contacts and open the door. Josh was standing outside with sucking his blue blankie and hugging Mr. Truffles.

"Josh? Why aren't you sleeping?" I ask, scooping him up.

"I heard you scream again. Does Acey feels owkey?" He mumbled, holding my face with his chubby hands, examining it.

I chuckle and kiss his face all over. He giggle and I stop when he start yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"Ok! It's one a.m and we both have to go to school tomorrow so we need to sleep so we will grow strong and big!" I said enthusiastically, he frown at the word school. "C'mon now, big boy. Sleep!" I pat my side and he reluctantly lay beside me.

"G'nite, Acey," He mumbled and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek.

"Night, josh." i hug him tighter in my chest.

I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I promise to myself.


It's three-thirty and sleeping was impossible. I close my eyes but images of Luke's dead body came flashing back. I huff and decided to go for a run and by run I didn't mean jogging around the park and all that run around the neighborhood. By run I mean running through the woods and leapingfrom tree to tree. No I'm not a monkey. I don't know what I am. And I don't think I want to know.

I slowly slip out from Josh's hug. I slip out from my pj's and wear my jeans and t-shirt. Before stepping outside I zip up my hoodie.

I trudged along the soft, damp moss of the forest path. The tree's soft whisper against the wind was like a lullaby, soothing and warm. It was so welcoming and calm. The feeling of security was all around when, abruptly, everything changed. My light smooth steps, turned to rough ridged stomps on the tough, rock path filled with twigs.

I could no longer hear the tree's swaying movements with the breeze, they were replaced with the snapping sound of twigs being crushed behind me. For a second I could have sworn there was someone following me, like my crunching foot steps were not alone. I jerked my head to get a quick glimpse of what I thought was a tall man, towering over me, but I soon came to realize it was just a thin tree, bending close to close to the path. Frightened of my surroundings, I began to sprint. The eerie dark, green forest past in a blur beside me. I felt betrayed, like the sweet, welcoming forest had tricked me, lured me into this