Chapter 5 - THE SOUL

The soul has been given its ears to hear things the mind does not understand. –Rumi- ************** "The witches from the Northern Coven will meet with the Vampires near our territory, based on the information that we got, both parties had arranged an affiliation." Raphael explained while flipping the document. Torak raised his hand, signaling Raphael to stop. "We will talk about that matter later." He said in a cold voice. Afterward, he brought his attention to Ronan. "Alpha Ronan… I heard someone from your pack saw a Kanima inside our territory last week?" Kanima was a shapeshifter, a mutation of a werewolf's genes. They were considered dangerous creatures because they could be used as an instrument of vengeance. These creatures don't seek a pack or community; instead, they look for a master and would carry out whatever their master bids. Alpha Ronan cast his head down. "Yes, Alpha Supreme Tora," he admitted, to have other creatures trespassing on their territory was a humiliation for him. "Two days ago, the other pack member recognized two Kanimas, who shifted into human form in our territory." Torak's eyebrows scrunched up. "How dare they?" A deep growl slipped from his lips. Torak's lycanthropes' territory spanned nearly 70 percent of the human world, with him being the Supreme Alpha, while the rest was dominated by demons, vampires, and other creatures. The supernatural creatures were mostly living among humans, even though humans didn't realize the creatures' existence, and it must stay that way. Torak put his elbow on top of the table and buried his face in his palm. He felt anxious recently, and his wolf was on the edge, about to surface, yet he didn't know what had caused it. "Alpha Supreme Torak, are you alright?" Ronan's voice filled with bewilderment while looking at the Bet, who seemed to be in the same confusion as he was. Torak wanted to discuss something with Ron, and that was the reason why he made him stay. But he was too antsy, which drove him crazy. Something didn't feel right, as if I had missed something. No one could tell… "Torak…" Raphael nudged his shoulder. Besides, as his Beta, Raphael was also Torak's close friend. He had been on his side since the first time he established his power in the human world and ruled all the lycanthropes. "Alpha Ronan, my apology… I think you should take your leave. Supreme Alpha Torak isn't in good condition." Alpha Ronan didn't say anything anymore as he stood up, nodded in the direction of Supreme Alpha Torak and Beta Raphael, before he left the room. "Torak, are you okay?" Raphael took a seat beside him. Torak raised his head and opened his eyes. However, his ocean-blue-colored eyes changed into a pitch black color, staring into the distance. "Torak, your wolf side is on the surface." Raphael pointed out the obvious. "I know," Torak said in his rough voice. He closed his eyes for a while before he opened them again, and it returned to its natural ocean blue color. "What happened? You look restless recently." "I don't know, my wolf wanted to take control." "It has been a while since you let your wolf out. Maybe he just needs a little bit of stretch?" Raphael shrugged as he stretched his arms. "Oh! I need to let my wolf out as well." "Calleb is here!!!" The shouting voice, along with the sudden creaking from the door, made Torak and Raphag growl. When the door opened, it revealed a young man in his mid-twenties storming into the meeting room. "Next time you do that again, you are going to be fired." Raphael snarled at him. As Calleb made his way toward the chair near him, he gave Raphael a mischievous smirk. "From what position? As an assistant or as Gamma?" Calleb was the supreme Gamma for Torak, the third in command, even though he had a reckless behavior; actually, he was one of the strongest and smartest wolves that Torak knew. Besides, with that attitude, he could balance Torak's reign in both worlds. Raphael didn't answer his mere, empty question and only threw him a glare. "What happened to our Alpha?" Calleb leaned forward and met Torak's dark eyes. "Your wolf comes to the surface!" He repeated Raphael's word, and it only made Torak deeply annoyed. "Shut u, both of you." He snapped. "Let's go." Torak stood up and walked to the door. Their day was long, and Torak needed to figure out what was wrong with his wolf. ============== "Ahh! I want to know what my mate is doing now…" Calleb sighed and dropped his shoulder into the passenger seat. The gloomy night sky on the outside has some side effects for Calleb's mood as he becomes more emotional. "You don't have anything close to a mate, Casanova." Raphael rolled his eyes from behind the wheel. "Keep your eyes straight on the street, please. We don't need to have a car accident at 09:02 our schedule." Calleb scolded grumpily. "Ugh! Why I still haven't found my mate yet…" "You are only sixty years old, barely a pup." Raphael retorted. "Excuse me, I am seventy-two." Calleb felt offended for being compared with a puppy. "I would have grandchildren if I were a human." "I would have my seventh generation if I were a human," Raphael responded unnecessarily by being competitive. "You would have died." Calleb corrected. "No human will be able to live for three hundred years." Because of their long lifespan, this became their private joke sometimes. "Well, nobody can beat him." Raphael pointed at Tora, who was sitting in the backseat, from the rearview mirror. Calleb followed his gaze and looked at Tora, who closed his eyes, seemingly had fallen asleep. "Indeed, if iI were him, we are talking about centuries." "And you are complaining that you don't have a mate." Raphael reminded him in a hushed tone that made Calleb pout. Almost every single soul in the supernatural world knew about the Donovans 'curse. They were cursed to live without a mate by the goddess of the moon, but no one knew about another prophecy that occurred after the war had ended. Mate was the most important phase in lycanthropes' and werewolves, as the essence of their existence. In many cases, male werewolves would have gone feral for a long amount of time if not for finding their other half. After all, their mate was what was balancing their life. On the other hand, for lycanthropes that had a longer lifespan, they often found their mate very late, that was why they were stronger to keep their mind straight compared to werewolves. Yet, it was still a miracle for them to live without mates for centuries as lycanthropes. The street of Fulbright City was still alive despite it having passed midnight, and the gloomy night sky had started drizzling when Raphael heard Torak's guttural voice, "Turn right." "What?" Raphael thought Hadas had misheard him, instinctively he looked at him from the rearview mirror and saw Torak's dark eyes looking back at him. Because of the unexpected order, Raphael wasn't responsive enough to change direction. He nearly missed it when Torak abruptly leaned forward and seized the steering wheel from Raphael. "Turn right!" Torak roared. "Shit!" Calleb cursed loudly when the car took a sharp turn towards the narrow alley on their right side.