Hello dear readers, i would like to once again thank you for reading but to also explain my delay in updating the pervious week. I was updating frequently untill then. I am going through a family matter at home and although i love my readers and under stand how fustrating it can be to be left hanging, my family does need to come first. Things as of right now are doing much better and I am back to updating frequently again. I am truly grateful for all of you and i hope you continue this journey and see what is instore of Alice and Arkyn. Much Love -S.E Dymek
Nightmares:“Arkyn.” She was calling to him again. He groaned. He was sick of seeing her face. He was sick of the torment. He was in darkness; it always started this way. He searched the darkness looking for it. A faded light guiding him to her chilling voice. He didn't want to go but he went. He didn't want to see her cold blue toned body. Her hollow out sunk in cheeks. No matter how much he didn't want to, he went. His feet almost dragged to the faded light, as if it was a spot light where he was supposed to be. Reaching the light, he cringed inwardly. The room transfer formed into their bedroom. The colors are still all shades of blues and grays that would match her when she appeared. The fire flickering as if it was casting the spot light that surrounded him. “Arkyn.” She called again and then appeared. Lydia stood just outside the faded circle of light, her face covered in sorrow. She looked thin and fragile. Arkyn felt the overwhelming guilt gnawing at him. He didn't want t
Mud River:The entrance to Mud River pack was nothing likeBlack Mountain The tall wooden gates seemed weak in comparison to Black Mountain iron ones. Garold drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he wait for some response from the guard at the gate. He watched the guard look at him and try to figure out if they were expecting visitors. He could see the guard’s eyes widen as more cars pulled up behind Arkyn’s. “Well if we were staging an attack and we were the decoy this would be easy. The guards are confused about visitors and never mind a surprised attack.” Garold chuckled.“Are we attacking?” Alice asked curiously. She glanced behind them not seeing all the vehicles they had left with. “Maybe.” Garold said with hope in his voice.Alice commented about how to wish war was not a good thing but was taken back as a loud smack rang out in the vehicle. It happened so fast it didn't even register what had happened until Njar yelled.“You bloody bastard!” Nkar yelled, rubbing the si
Surrounded: "Begin moving now." Arkyn sent to Skarde in a mind link, He walked through the parted sea of guards. Arkyn could feel their eyes on him. Some of the terrified others were ready to fight. It was the same everywhere he had gone. Even if he was invited. He smirked a little at the thought he had never done anything horrible unless provoked. He walked into Mud River’s pack land. It was working exactly how he knew it would. Tim had moved all his warriors up front leaving the back opened. Skarde will now slip though and surround them. They will have the whole pack completely surrounded in seconds. It never ceases to amaze him how easy it was for him to calculate the pack he was attackings moves. He knew Tim and knew he was not very bright and more of a hot headed. This will be over before it begins. They allowed Arkyn to walk to the middle of the square of their town and then the soldiers surrounded them. Alice watched the scene unfolding in front of her. Her stomach twisted
Explain:“Arkyn…I can explain.” The words flew out of Tim’s mouth as he quickly tried to regain his composure.“Explain.” Arkyn chuckled, the chuckle was deadly, it was cold and it said that he didn't care one way or another if there was a reason behind his choices. “I..I can be useful.We will have intel on James, his moves, his whereabouts, and his plannings.” Tim stuttered out, trying to change his angle seeing how explaining wasn't impressing Arkyn.“We need leverage and we need it now. If you want to live, get whoever is in that car. We are all dead otherwise.” Tim sent out in a mind link to the soldiers in his pack, praying one of them were brave enough to act. "Ahhhhh-haaaaaa” Garold yawned loudly being very dramatic with it as he put his hand over his mouth, letting Tim know that he was bored.“Be useful.” Arkyn countered, his head nodding slightly as he spoke as if he didnt believe that Tim could actually be useful.“I..I..aaa. Dark Moon.” Tim announced as if he had struck
Monster:Alice felt sick seeing the arm laying on the ground, blood pouring quickly from the open area where Tim’s arm would meet his chest cavity. She was fighting back a wave of nausea. Her mind was being rattled by the wave of intensity and almost enjoyment she was getting from Arkyn. He enjoyed hurting Tim. Her hand went to her mark, almost regretting it for a moment. “Hey are you ok?” Garold said quietly to her, watching her carefully.“Yes.” She nodded, choking back the bile creeping up her throat. “Are you hurt?” Garold said going to touch her forearm, his own hand covered in blood.“No I am not hurt-” Alice said then winced as another loud scream and crack was heard.Bone scraping and cracking from bone, skin ripping noises filled her head. She shut her eyes tight trying to block it out. Garold realized quickly what was happening. He needed to distract her.“Hey can you look at my arm? I think you might have nicked something.” Garold said, trying to get her to focus on anyth
Ghost: The tires grinding into the ground filled the car. The ride home was painfully silent. Arkyn had attempted to reach out and touch her during the car ride but she pressed herself into the door. He frowned deeply but then realized quickly he was still covered in Tim’s blood. He allowed her space due to that simple fact alone. Conan was whimpering inside of him upset that she was angry with them. Arkyn kept noticing Garold’s eyes in the rearview Garold kept looking back at Alice guilt flooding his face. She pretended that they both didn't exist. Alice’s eyes planted firmly out the window. He wanted to know what she was thinking. He studied her but there was nothing. No sign, no indications of what was going on in her head. He couldn't feel anything ethier. It was a lie she had found a way to completely block everything out. She was not giving anything away, locking up everything inside of her. Another flicker of guilt looks from the rearview mirror. Arkyn growled quietly and fou
Enemies:The world was quiet, soundless. The noise inside his head was loud, screaming at him. He was restless, his thoughts relentless. What was taking James so long? Why hasn't he got his plans together? One question spun over into another. Jonah found himself pacing the length of his bedroom. The floor not even making a creak as he wore away its hardwood surface. It was the middle of the night and he couldn't sleep. He ran his fingers through his blond hair frustrated. Arkyn gathering was one day away and James had yet to make moves. Jonah doubted Stonewall was really with James, they have been on the fence since James had someone from his pack first approach them and he knew this simply by having his own investigation. James on the other hand thought for sure they were with him. Jonah didn't bother to burst his bubble. He neededJames to think he was invincible. He needed him to keep the same energy and attitude he had. He had never seen war or death. He was young and naive. Mud
Change of Plans:James crunched the piece of note paper in his hand. His body shaking as anger coursed through him. The note paper burning a hole in his hand. He clenched his jaw trying to control himself. He squeezed his fist tighter and tighter. His first instinct was to rip the paper in shreds. He needed the paper though. His next was to put his fist through the wall. The urge won. James fist went slamming into his bedroom wall. He didn't even feel the drywall as it buckled and broke. His hand crashed through it effortlessly. He felt his knuckles crunch as it hit something past the drywall. The wood splints from the support beam scraping against his skin. His knuckles split and bleeding. He didn't feel any of it, his adrenaline so high that not one ounce of pain came through. All he felt was rage. Pulling his fist out of the wall he looked at the paper. Stonewall had been leading him on. They were not backing him. Coward bastards. It infuriated him that so many were so afraid of