Jack's POV
Half a year have passed since Emily's death. During this time, I have travelled around quite a few countries meeting new people, learning new things and I have also come across a few witches who helped me with honing my new discovered powers.
Despite them wanting me to stay, I decided to not as I came to realise the longer, I stayed in one place the more danger it would bring to someone. And I hate to lose and burden more innocent people.
And as for the current situation, I am in the US. I have travelled to a lot of places, trying to find if there are any survivors alongside clues of who the true perpetrators are and the purpose of their attack. And for some reason I have always believed the true aim of theirs is to target me, but for what reason I am uncertain of.
But overlooking that, I finally arrived at the US from the Witch's den which was a long ship journey lasting 6 days. And if it wasn't because of me being a wolf, I feel like I would die from seasickness. I mean I was fine until like the second day when I felt like I was going to puke my guts out but then I suddenly felt hyped the next day after a full 24-hour rest or something. And luckily, there was no big problems from day 3 onwards until I arrived at the US. I guess I should be thankful of my supernatural identity here.
Thinking back, I am now far away from that small village I used to call home where me and Emily have lived peacefully for 4 years.
Everyone I have seen still calls me by the name of Jack, I am still disguised as a boy, but I have a change of appearance including my original brown hair now is silver (or white) with some light blue linings like my wolf and my eyes were disguised as light blue with a spec of purple and red through the use of my powers that was awakened (due to the transformation at the end of the previous chapter).
Due to having only a few dollars on me, (majority being spent on travel expenses) I had to go and live in the forest for a while.
As I was walking around the forest trying to find a safe place to sleep, I decided that somewhere high is the best to hide myself in.
I ran around the area of the forest making sure I am not going into any pack territory; and then I found a perfect tree that looks durable and very tall.
As it was already night-time, I climbed up the tree and rested myself on it and gazed upon the sky thinking of everything that has been happening throughout my life since my 5th birthday.
It's like every single time my birthday arrives there is always something bad that would happen.
Even though Valentine's Day (the day of my birthday) should be a day to celebrate, now I came to realise it's not, and that I would never ever celebrate my birthday with anyone again.
I covered myself in a blanket which I 'kindly' borrowed from the boat I boarded for 6 days, snoozing in attempting to stop my train of thoughts. Alongside the blanket, I have also taken some necessities such as a backpack which I have stuffed with food, money, water, and most importantly an envelope from Emily that I still have not mustered up my courage to open yet.
I looked at the envelope and with my shaky hands, I scanned my palms around it, uncertain of whether I should open it or not. Missing the warmth and voice of Emily but unable to see or hear her just like how everyone else have left my life was a painful experience. But knowing I should not envelop myself in darkness, knowing that there is nothing else I can do, knowing she is now dead, I know this was the last moment I have with Emily, I believe it was about time I should see what the content of this letter is and overcome my fears.
Slowly but gently opening the letter, not wanting to crease or injure any part of the envelop, ensuring I could later repair it to its original state, I swiftly peeled the top of the envelop to open it and slowly pull out the thin piece of paper from within.
