Chapter 19

He exclaimed as he stepped down the stairs, dressed in a black overall coat over a black shirt and trousers, and a black shoe. He had his hair cut low, and he appeared to be much younger than Daniel.

"You have a lot to learn about yourself and a lot to know, I’m Richard, I know your name already," he said as he walked into a room beside the stairs. I stopped snarling and followed him from behind.

 "Take your seat," he cooed, as I walked to the seat and sat down. "Daniel told me, you will tell me about yourself and I also want to know about my parents," I insinuated. "Daniel told me, you will tell me about myself and I also want to know about my parents," I insinuated.

"I can't tell you about your parents because I don't have the ability to see the past," he cooed, "and also why I had a dream of an old man calling me the chosen one," I said, "Yes, you are the chosen one who will stop a Great War from breaking out. That's your duty. The prophecy said the only person who could stop the war was your bloodline," he babbled.

"My bloodline, am I the only one who lives?" I wondered. "I don't know, I can only see the future, not the past." He responded, "With what? I see you as the sole survivor. You are not just a werewolf, but a hybrid," he added. "A hybrid?" I inquired.

"I was told that your father was the first Lycan to become a Hybrid, half Lycan, half Vampire," he revealed, as my phone began to ring. I didn't want to pick it up, but the caller persisted.

"Pick the call or turn off your phone," he bemoaned as I reached for my phone from my combat pocket.

It was Ellie, and I pressed the green button to answer the phone, saying, "Hey Ellie, I'm kinda busy right now, but I'd call you back," I mumbled, didn't wait for her response, and put the phone back in my pocket. "So, where did we leave off?" I inquired.

She called back, and I wondered what was wrong with her; she was acting strangely, so I decided to listen to her this time, and I picked up the phone.

"Get the hell out of there, it's a trap, the seer you're meeting is a fake," she yelled and hung up the phone. I looked up at the seer and we made eye contact.

I stuffed my phone back into my pocket, as if I didn't know what was going on, and I raised my hand again, as if I was carrying a weapon. He palmed the table, I fell from my seat to the ground, and as the table spilled, he ran to me at vampire speed and jerked me up with his left hand.

 He ejected me from the room. I slammed into the living room furniture. I struggled to get to my feet. He stood there waiting for me to get up. Then he dashed up to me and gave me a side kick.