Hugo's POV

"My head!!"

held my head with both hands as I struggled to hold the pain in. It had been a week since I last felt this hurt in my head and it was all coming back. My head throbbed. I felt like I was being struck with a hammer relentlessly. The pain was unbearable and unexpected. I could feel my veins begin to pop out in my head.

"What's going on?" I heard a voice say to me. I think it was Lisa but I wasn't so sure as everything was beginning to get mixed up in my head.

She shouldn't have called that name. She shouldn't have mentioned Melissa's name. All I could think of at the mention of that name was hurt and pain. A pain that overwhelmed me and made me wish I could join her wherever she was.

Melissa was my sister; so beautiful was she. She was red-haired and quite slender with an amazing set of blue eyes. She had the heart of gold too. No one cared about me as much as she did; not even my mother. We had always been close since we were little. She was two years younger than I was. We played together, laughed, cried and fought. Those memories lived rent-free in my head.

I had never really come to terms with the fact that she was gone. It was something I hated to admit. Each time it crossed my mind, I couldn't hold back the pain and anguish that I felt. I'd hurt a few servants because of that and I always did regret it. I wasn't in control at the time. I was overwhelmed by my emotions and they happened to be in the wrong place.

We had just had a very heated argument, Melissa and I, and she decided to go out and buy a few things so we could eat and relax. "You do know that anything short of a very chilled drink would make me send you back to the stores, right?" I had asked her, just as she was about to leave.

"You wish!" She answered before heading out to get the stuff with her car. I knew deep down that she was going to stop at nothing to get me that chilled drink that I wanted. What I didn't know was that she wasn't going to come home.

In the evening, my mom came home and her face was full of gloom. "What's the problem, mom?" I had asked but she simply came over to me and wrapped her hands around me in a hug that lasted over five minutes. Then, I heard her sob softly and I knew there was a problem.

Melissa should have returned a long time before that. When she didn't, I assumed she wasn't with my mom. It was after my mom withdrew from the hug, held both shoulders of mine and looked me in the eye, shaking her head, that I knew what had happened. Melissa; my Melissa was gone, never to be seen again.

As I went to see her corpse, my mom instructed everyone to stay back at home and avoid me as much as they could whenever I returned. She did, too. I didn't know what I was doing so I was capable of harming just about anyone.

That pain That immense anger was here again and I slowly felt something trying to break out. My bones began to crack and I felt my neck turning in uncomfortable directions. My hands began to grow bigger and claws shot out from my fingers and my toes.

"Get away from him!" My mom screamed at Lisa who quickly sprang from the sofa where she sat and ran quickly to my mom, hiding behind her.

"Grrr!" I roared as my wolf emerged. My shirt was torn apart and so were my pants. I launched at Lisa but much to my surprise, I was blocked by two other wolves; the first hit me right in the face as the other one growled.

The second wolf was none other than Henry, my 7 feet tall Beta, who had been in his room all this while. I guess he sensed that something was wrong with me and quickly came out. For sure, they were both strong, but I knew I was far stronger.

"We don't want to hurt you, son. Calm down," my mom called out. She was supposed to be more scared of what I was about to do to her and anyone else who stood in my way. Deep down, I didn't want to hurt anyone. I tried to fight my wolf from within but it was superior. My emotional state had given it more power.

"Do I look like someone you know?" Lisa asked, just as I was about to charge at Henry for daring to oppose me. Somehow, it seemed to calm me down a little as I paused to hear what she had to say.

"Yes, you do," my mother replied. "You look just like my daughter; Hugo's sister, who we lost not so long ago in a car accident."

"Then, my presence should bring some solace and comfort and not pain. When we lose the ones we love, their memories should bring us great comfort because that's what they'll want for us, not pain and agony. Wherever they are, they'll love to look down and see that we're very happy, even as much as we miss them."

Suddenly, I was calm. I could resonate with her words. I sped out of the room, just before I turned back. I was naked. I got into my room, put on a white polo and a blue pair of trousers and stepped back into the sitting room. My mom and Henry returned a few seconds after. They must have gone to do the same thing I did.

"Please, Lisa, I'd love you to stay with us," I said. I hadn't realised that she was so much like Mel; not until mom called that name. I wanted nothing else but to have my sister back and if I couldn't, I was happy to settle for Lisa who looked just like her.

"She's not Mel, Hugo," said my mother, whose name is Mrs Rose, "She simply looks like her. I'm not going to have anyone pose as a substitute for my daughter. You need to learn how to control yourself better and find it in yourself to feel better without trying to fool yourself by assuming that someone else is your sister. Melissa is dead and she has no substitute. This lady can go back to wherever it is that she came from."

"Mom, you don't understand," I explained. "If she leaves here, she'll be flirting with death. It was probably her husband and her best friend that plotted her death and it's unsafe for her to go back there."

I looked right into her eyes and it was clear she wasn't buying what I was selling to her so I went on. "I've lost Melissa for good like you said, mom. I'm not about to let it happen again. Please, mom, let her stay. I'm begging you."

"They're still here," Lisa said, drawing my mother's attention to the interview on the TV screen.

"Is that your husband?" My mom asked Lisa and she nodded.

She went closer to the TV and stared intently at what was going on.