No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise-Chapter 17: I Am A Monster

I killed him, I killed him 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

This is what Howie keeps repeating in his head, he flees to the bathroom where he examines his reflection in the mirror that adorns the wall, he opens his mouth what he sees there terrifies him at the highest point. He jumped back when he saw his teeth replaced by sharp-pointed fangs, the bones of his jaw completely changed. He touched his lower mandible as if he didn’t believe what he was looking at. Then he opened his mouth again to examine his canines, with the tip of his index finger he touched one of his canines which made him jump when it pierced his finger with a simple brush, he let out a small cry of fright Despite him.

He then wonders how Ayke will react when he discovers that he is a bloodthirsty monster who murdered his beloved brother in cold blood. He let himself fall on the bathroom floor where he sobbed like a child. He cried so much that he didn’t hear the footsteps in his room let alone when the bathroom door opened. Marc entered the room, and squatted in front of him, it was exactly at this moment that he felt his presence, he jumped, and then with a dash he dove into his father’s neck. Marc surprised at his gesture took him in his arms while stroking his back.

You let your guard down soldier! Is the sentence he uttered to him.

I hurt him dad. Howie ends up saying between two spasms

Who you hurt asks his father calmly.

Aike, I didn’t want to, I lost control, I hurt him. You are all in danger with me.

Hey, Marc told him, look at me, they know you’re not really mean, you have a big heart. They don’t blame you, they’re ready to wait until you’re ready to become their old friend again.

dad, it’s Aike I hurt him, he’s in the room, you have to take care of him. I don’t want to see his face, I can’t after what I’ve done.

Listen to me son, they’re gone, they have a party to prepare but they’re all waiting for you.

he left! But how did he leave? Yeah, they’ve gone back home, and it’s in your interest to go later. Don’t worry too much about me or your condition, I know you’ll handle it all okay.

Howie jerked out of his father’s embrace, he jumped to his feet and rushed to the door that opens to the bedroom, there was no trace of Aike, he had flown away. You can only see that the sheets were slightly creased. He turned back to his father who was busy examining his body in horror. He had turned into a giant two-legged beast, a man in a wolf’s body or a wolf in a man’s body, depending on how you understand the situation. Marc doesn’t know how to explain what he has in front of him, but one thing is certain: the transformation was quick.

He didn’t even see it coming, Howie just stood up and a second later it was a wolfman in front of him. Marc suddenly stands up to face him, in all his life he has never seen such a quick and painless first transformation. He completely skipped all the stages of the first transformation. Marc thought, raising a pureblood werewolf is really something surprising and crazy. He never had time to accommodate himself, with Howie he walks from surprise to surprise.

Normally, the signs of the first transformation are like the symptoms of an infant’s teething. Itchy mouth, fever, diarrhea, and annoyance. Some for their first transformation need a whole week, others two and the less strong a whole month but he skipped all these steps, he went straight to the deformed and terrifying wolf-man that Marc has before his eyes.

Howie hadn’t even realized yet that he was no longer in his wonderful, cute, and sexy teenage body. When he noticed the expression on his father’s face his heart stopped beating for a moment. Never, Marc had looked at him with such distrust and disgust at the same time.

But in truth this is not the image that mark wanted to send back, he was in shock. He has no idea of the look on his face either, it’s the first time a situation has completely exceeded his expectations.

He puts his hands out so Howie can see them, he knows he’s not in his normal state and Howie has no idea he’s changed at the very moment he is looking at him. He takes a steps toward him slowly with well-calculated gestures without a single sudden movement, he knows that he is alert and super sensitive to everything around him at the moment. He has no interest in rushing him or startling him otherwise it could be a bloodbath. He considers him a wounded and frightened animal.

Confused Howie began to back off away from the bathroom when suddenly his head hit the doorway. Surprised, he raised his right hand to touch the top of his head, that’s when he noticed his deformed arm and his long fingers with endless claws. He uttered a cry of horror which ended in a howl. Panicking, he starts scratching at his skin, stepping back as if he is possessed. he banged his head in his panic again and again against the door frame until he realized that he had to bend down if he wanted to get out of this suffocating room. Marc tries in vain to calm him down, but he’s also afraid of rushing him and that he’ll end up in shreds.

Son I don’t know if you can hear me, but you need to calm down so we can discuss this, I’m here and I’m not going to leave you alone. Listen to my voice don’t panic. It’s normal that you feel lost, it’s your first time and it’s very sudden, I grant you that.

But if you continue like this you will hurt yourself and hurt me too. He tries to approach him cautiously while speaking to him in a soft, calm and affectionate tone. Howie was finally able to get out of the shower, distraught and disoriented, he’s just looking for one thing a way to get out of here. In his panic he passed in front of the mirror in his wardrobe. What he saw there caught his attention, he was tall, far too tall with a deformed face, long arms like those of a gorilla with extremely sharp claws like his canines which he checked a few minutes earlier.

His eyes were the only thing beautiful about his transformation. What he has before his eyes is a deformed monster, he scratched the mirror, which broke and scratches from nails remained imprinted in the wood. He turned to Marc with anger. His blue eyes begin to shine like a light bulb. Petrified Marc remained on the spot frozen without moving. He sees his death flash before his eyes, like the time when he had to fight against rabies-infected dingoes.

With the back of his hand H sent him wandering to the other end of the room, before Marc could even get up he was already in front of him ready to return to the charge, this time he lifted him with one hand and brought him back up to his face he peered at Marc’s face contorted in pain for a moment before sending him waltzing across the room again as if Marc were just a rag doll in his hands. Marc wonders how a newborn can be so strong, ugly and fast at the same time, because before he could even land H was there with all his claws out ready to gut him like a deer.

William wake up! Marc yelled with all his strength, you’re not dreaming son. This is real, you are going to kill me.

Marc remembered H’s nightmares, he knows how much he used to fight in his sleep and lately he’s been sleepwalking, he eats and talks angrily in his sleep, he thought maybe he’s still believes that he is sleeping, that it is a dream and that this time he is the enemy for him. And he was right, Howie was fighting against his nature all the time so much that they became sworn enemies for the past six years, which turned his nights into nightmares. When he noticed his hands and face his mind couldn’t believe he was real.

Howie heard Marc’s cry of fear, the pain he heard in his voice made him stagger, he lost his balance, but it was too late Marc landed directly on Howie’s outstretched claws.

Excruciating pain seized his body. He cried out in pain when he felt Howie’s claws dig into his flesh like he is made of butter. He closed his eyes waiting for his fall which will surely cause his loss forever. He has always been in dangerous situations all his life but who would have thought that a kid barely able to dress himself would be the cause of his downfall.

But to his amazement he never made it to the ground. He opened his eyes when he felt lulled by a frantic movement of footsteps. He was in the arms of this grotesque beast who took the place of his son who is the very embodiment of beauty. Instead of menacing blue eyes that shone like a light bulb below the point of exploding, he met a pair of azure blue eyes full of compassion and remorse. He closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Howie put him down on his bed while he was still in his bestial form, Marc’s blood ran down his body, he grabbed a towel and pressed it over the wound praying that the wound would heal quickly. They have this ability to heal from their wound but there are certain wounds that do not heal if the energy of the wolf is too weak or too affected by the wound to trigger its healing. And when it’s a pureblood that’s given them the killing blow, there’s no way they can get away with it, that’s one more reason why they avoid messing with purebloods .

He is afraid, if he has touched an internal organ Marc is finished and he has no one to help him. He doesn’t know what to do, they are the only wolves present in New York. He cried like a child with hot tears and his nostrils never stopping flowing. He’s really pitiful at the moment, the towel is filling up very quickly with Marc’s blood, he can’t contain anything anymore. He picked it up and put it on the ground. He tries with his fingers to bring the cuts close together so they can stick together as blood pumps from his father’s abdomen. He begs, he cries, he gets angry at himself for being so weak and cowardly to accept his reality. He’s a beast, he should have known that all along, it shouldn’t scare him so much that it hurts his father, the one who raised him.

Father please don’t abandon me, I know that I was not an exemplary child, that without having me as a responsibility you would have a good life today. But you gave up everything you could have to take care of me all this time without ever complaining. This is how I thank you today. Don’t leave me, when I call you father, it’s not just to keep our anonymity, I’m not playing a role, I call you that because I want to, because you’re my father. Because I love you like a father. I beg you father don’t abandon me, not now I need you badly. I’m sorry for the miseries I caused you. Dad please wake up you need to get well it’s an order.

You don’t have the right to abandon me, you don’t have the right to go away from me. I forbid you, I’m your prince, your future king when I talk to you you obey me . Don’t take it for granted that I call you daddy, you’re still my subject, you’re part of my kingdom

He wiped his nostrils and eyes with his right hand covered in blood which he placed on the wound which he continues in vain to try to glue. He keeps crying, begging and ordering Marc to wake up so he can help take care of him, because he doesn’t know how to help him.

He hasn’t even realized that he has returned to his initial form, his human form, his mind is busy monitoring one thing, a sign of life from marc, a sign that the wound is healing but none of that happened.

Her beautiful, envious face is now in such a state that it is almost unrecognizable. Snot mixed with tears and drool, not to mention the marc’s blood, that he got on his face trying to wipe his tears that flowed down his face like a river in the middle of the mountains n don’t fix anything in his image, it’s a real disaster. Nothing beautiful, sexy and austere remains of the Howie known to Wood Hill and the Prince of England. What we see is just a lost and desperate child who needs a miracle.

He laid his head against Marc’s abdomen without worrying about the latter’s injury, he cried silently until he hiccupped. And all these mixtures of drool, snot and tears are now all over Marc’s inert body. After a good few minutes of wailing he remembers the phone Marc uses to communicate with his father. He stands up abruptly intending to call his dad for help he doesn’t care if he has to pay for what he has done what he needs now is to save Marc by all means ways. And his father can guide him. It doesn’t matter that his father knows about his transformation, he only wants one thing that Marc comes back.

He got up from Marc’s bedside where he had knelt and headed determinedly for the exit door while sniffing his snot, he bent down to avoid banging his head again it’s at this moment that he notices that he was back in his teenage body, he wiped his nose, he examined his body for a moment then without delay he went to the stairs then to the basement where Marc keeps the phone on the secure line that he uses to report to King Philip.

He grabbed the receiver and was about to press the button that would send his call directly to his father’s personal service when he heard Marc’s voice.

Don’t do that, I’m alive, put down that damn handset William.

His heart jumped in his chest when he heard his father’s hoarse and somewhat pained voice. Father! Howie exclaimed vehemently. He let go of the device and jumped up the stairs that separate him from the surface. He dripped through the house to the stairs leading upstairs, he climbed the stairs four-by-four, he stormed back into the room where Marc was lying. Once he passed the door, he stopped abruptly invaded by a feeling of shame which prevents him from going to see the face of his beloved Marc. Tears of pain, joy and shame streamed down his dirty and sore cheeks, he remained prostrate against the door, his heart in pain.

Don’t cry, you idiot. Come here Liam, come see daddy his dad ordered him. I can’t, Howie answers him, I almost killed you, after all you did for me. Don’t say that, you didn’t do it on purpose, we all had this moment in our lives. But for you it was even worse. You have been fighting alone against who you are for a long time, today it is the proof that you are tired of all that. I’m proud of you that you lasted so long, you’re the first to do this. From today, I don’t want you to hold back, okay? So we’ll do less damage, what do you think? But we have to do it together. Don’t leave me out, make me your confidant. And get your little ass here before I come get you myself.

Come find your daddy son, I need a hug I missed it.

While listening to his father talking to him, he began to approach him still in tears, he went to kneel in front of the bed very close to Marc, he laid his head on his stomach as he had done earlier. .

yuck! he said, that’s disgusting. You’re all sticky daddy.

I wonder who is the author of this repulsive work replies his father with a little laugh. Then Marc gets serious again, you know what I prefer when you act like a child because that’s what you are my boy, let me take care of adult things.

I’m sorry father, I didn’t mean to hurt you, do you know that? Why do you call me "father" already, I liked hearing you call me "dad" it was a real melody, teased Marc. Yes I know, and then look at me now I’m already ready for a marathon.

Aike! Howie exclaimed suddenly, Marc jumped as Howie screamed loudly. oh sorry said Howie to him. What’s wrong with Aike? Asks his father a little worried. Uh... stammered Howie, I have to see him. Are you OK? Marc asks him again. He doesn’t think it’s a good idea for Howie to go out tonight but he doesn’t want to tell him either for fear he’ll take it as a rejection after what just happened. He knows it will be fatal if he says something like that to her. He will believe that he is a monster and will do everything to avoid meeting anyone and it will be even more difficult to make him forget this story.

Do you want to go to the party they’re throwing? Ask her father softly. No I just need to see it nothing more. So I’ll take you there. No, you’re not well I can go there and back in no time. Don’t worry about me besides it healed really quickly, I assure you that I feel great.

To tell the truth, Marc is surprised that he is still alive. He felt his organs emptied from the inside not to mention that he had the claws of a pureblood in his belly. He does not know by what miracle he is still here but he thanks fate for not having reserved such a fatal fate for him and the one who is behind all this. He had a second chance, it’s not all the time we hear, that a werewolf came out alive after a wound of such magnitude made by a pureblood.

We’ll do this, I’ll take you there, once we’ve seen it we’ll come back home. Alright thanks dad Howie replies with a small smile that looks more like a grimace given the state he is in.

Good! said Marc, bursting out laughing when he saw H’s face, I think we need to put some order in this room and especially on this face that I have in front of me.

He laughs harder when he sees his son’s sulky face. I’m sorry, said Marc, but I can’t keep my seriousness seeing you in this state. Stay there, especially you do not move. Let me take something. You don’t move okay. He reached into his jeans pocket, he grabbed his cell phone and without giving Howie time to react, he took a picture of himself. Howie hadn’t expected his dad to pull such a stunt on him at all, so he let his guard down when he asked him to wait.

And now his dad has a new picture for his ’Liam’s shame scrapbook’ he jumped to his feet to take the phone from his hand but his dad stopped him in his tracks pretending to writhe in pain.

Marc opened one eye to take control of H, he finds him petrified staring into space. Hey, hey hastened to say Marc, come here. He pulled her to him, I’m fine, I’m in great shape, I can assure you, I feel new as if I had just been born. I have never felt so good in all my life.

He jumped out of bed with agility to prove to Howie how well he was. He is really in great shape and even more than that, he feels his senses sharpened and his strength increased. he doesn’t know how or why but he has a feeling it’s because his injury didn’t kill him. Maybe that’s what people are talking about when they say “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. He should be dead by now but he’s here teasing his toddler son.