Wolffena And The Clan Of Hunter ......vol. 1

By Alvinna Edwards Nwoko Ronnie

500 years ago a curse on a castle's inhabitants turned all within into wolves. Wolffena a seventh in wolf state and Linkon a seventh a human, are direct descendants of the Kings of Wolfland in Old Irland. Fate forces them on a perilous quest through the scared cave of the three pools, where Wolffena, without Linkon knowledge, must persuade and prevail in getting Linkon to trust, love and fuse her life with his in order to break the curse and return her to her human state.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alvinna Edwards Nwoko Ronnie
• Release date: Dec 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311488282

Alvinna Edwards Nwoko Ronnie

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WOLFFENA

And the

CLAN

OF

HUNTER

By Alvinna Edwards Nwoko (Ronnie)

Copyright 2014 ECO 1-565135232

Alvinna Nwoko

Smashwords Edition

CHAPTER

1

Something is wrong… very wrong, what could it be? Linkon repeated the question over and over to himself puzzled. He paced outside on the front porch that circled the entire home where he, his Great Granny Sunella, his Granny Lana and Mother Catherine all lived.

What could be happening around here that could cause three old ladies to sit around the living room and behave as if they were choosing their own coffins, and deciding which side of the mountain each burial plot would be located. You would think they would at least bicker about what color dress they would be laid to rest in.

Mama Catherine would choose her black dress with the stiff collar, black coffin with brass handles and her Bible lying at her side and a plot on the soft side of the mountain. Granny Lana would be a little more sensible by choosing a soft pale color dress white coffin with soft pale lace accents and buried at the foot of the mountain where it would be easy to get to and remembered.

But Great granny Sunella, God bless her soul. would no doubt choose a candy apple red casket if ever there was such a thing, her red dress that swung when she walked, her red wide brimmed hat and, her red shoes. Then insist on me driving the funeral wagon as far up the rough side of the mountain, laughing as she looked down on us at the fact she chose the rockiest, hardest most difficult part of the mountain to get to. Granny Sunella would probably be laughing also over the fact that I followed her wishes to the T, decked her out in all that red and cause everyone at her funeral to request her coffin stay closed during the eulogy and remain closed until she has been positively put to rest.

Granny Sunella would joked whenever she wore that red ensemble "God couldn’t help but let me into his pearly gates if he ever saw me in this outfit, or he would say I’m at the wrong address. Hookers waiting area is down below.

Today their holding back. Something was different, amiss, and on the eve of my twenty-first birthday?

At least argue about what wigs you’ll be fashioning come that home going day. Say something, laugh, fart like granny Sunella does each time she gets into a fit of laughter. Thata get everybody going.

Granny Sunella would fart weakly then mama would start praying for granny Sunella foul soul, and granny Lana would laugh at mama Catherine pitiful attempt to pray for Granny Sunella’s uncontrollable releases of odorless gases into her sanctified air.

Each time mama prayed louder to be heard over the roaring laughter, Granny Sunella with laughing tears would have to bend to release her laughter and catch her breath and you guessed it… another fart. Everyone in the house would be in a roaring laughing fit. Even mamma would give up her prayers for Granny Sunella foul soul and start laughing herself, and though mama would never admit it she let one go herself a time or two.

But not this time, this was different. Could it be… that? No not that… not now, not ever, no! No! No way, Oh God please not now, not that.

Great Grand Mother Sunella Hunter tried to tell me the tale on my twentieth birthday, and all I did was half listen to some old woman wise tale. Now, well… now I know for sure something is about to happen, something bigger than what I’m ready for, something I’m sure I’m not going to like or want to be a part of.

Linkon started pacing on the porch again. Rubbing his beautiful black curly locks and talking to himself.

This house is so quiet you can hear the endless dripping of that old kitchen faucet, which by the way has never been fixed in all my twenty years of living in this grand old creaky colonial style home.

Great Grand Mother Sunella would say in her soft sweet voice, always sounding as if she’s singing when she spoke…" Water is the giver of life boy. Don’t trouble yourself over the little drips of life. Now if ever there was a flood, well now, that’s a different story, wouldn't you say? Ending say with a hum.

Your day will come boy, your day will come", Granny Sunella would say pitifully, nodding her head to affirm what she had just said.

Was she talking about a drip or the flood? I often wondered. I always bet it was the flood. With granny Sunella it's always a flood.

Hush Sunella! Grand Mother Lana shouted, don’t scare the boy. You’re frightening him.

Now I wasn’t frighten I was petrified, I was worried that the three loves of my life knew what was getting ready to happen, and was going to let it take place without alerting me. I hope it doesn’t include me losing an arm or a leg or worst… my life.

I never heard this type of silence before with three Hunter women under the same roof. Mama Catherine is always praying about one thing or the other, Grand Mother Lana laughing at mom praying, and Great Grand Sunella laughing at them both. Even I would start laughing when Great Grand laughed, with her hee, hee whoo!!! , Hee, hee whoo!!! Hee hee hee whoo, whoo boy, Laugh, cracks me up every time.

But not this time, this time was different. All today not one of these precious women said a word to me, mama even prayed silently, and there was no teasing, no laughing from any of them.

No one would look me in the eye when they spied me moving around in the house. I caught mama and grand staring at each other shaking their heads in pity when I walked pass.

Grand Mother Lana must have walked outside to the edge of the forest one hundred times during the day until the sun gave way to the evening gray skies and she decided, safety first, then sat by the kitchen window and looked out for hours as though she was expecting someone to come out of the darkness of the forest.

We live at the foot of a small mountain surrounded by dense forestry and low lush olive green ferns fencing some of edges of the woods. Only a few dirt roads and a couple of wooden bridges here and there gave access to the house and the mountain.

There’s also a nice size lake stocked with enough fish to feed our family and any other person or creature that chooses to enjoy them.

Sometimes in the summer we use the lake to refresh ourselves and watch the geese swim and fish.

Wolf Roam Mountain is the name of our mountain I’m