Oh the rabbit was a brilliant hindsight. The ground shook left, right then left, right. He was upside down. Leg caught in a snare trap, wolf panted. He growled, absolutely furious, every small creature quit it's chittering at the behest of a predator. Then, to her surprise, he laughed. She had never seen a wolf laugh before. He was barking and huffing, tongue lolling. He had written her off as innocent. And walked right into a snare trap. He would have otherwise noticed it, but clearly, she was better at making them work from a distance. She can't be much further. The thought spurred him on. The vine sturdy enough to hold his weight took five hooked lashes to break him free. Vanessa grinned when she saw him land on his back with an audible thump. Served him right.Licking his abused ankle, he spent several minutes undoing the trap when suddenly the vines straightened back to their original shape. The evidence of the trap marked by his labored breath and nothing but. Clever. Very cle
In the dust that settles at the end of the world, where the only light is the dimness of the dawn, an endless army fights. Magic against teeth. Magic against flesh. The magic has corrupted the leftovers of souls. In the very same dream, a dream within a dream, two small girls, ponytails swaying to their running forms, they sit cross-legged in the field when tired, climb trees like it's the easiest thing to do. Their parents are nowhere to be seen. But they have no care of going supervised or unsupervised. They both look new at this friendship, tentative smiles, offering each other big pieces of food instead of fighting over one, that'd come but much much later. In a dream state like this, Vanessa trained herself to be aware. She knows the story is limitless, nothing but an implant for him to explore her mind. There is a reason her wolf is cross with her. The shield animals naturally build, especially shapeshifters is not only to provide dead ends to external simulation, it is also so
Blurry hackneyed procedure when animals didn't make a show of it, the man to wolf transformation was pedestrian. Effortless. The black wolf jumped from behind, gaining six inches more than the red-brown fur of a wolf slightly shorter in size. The bigger one- in shape, in strength knocked the smaller one in dust. The grass laden ground spit out columns of wet mud, flying everywhere. One heartbeat to next, she realized, that's how much time it took wolves to cause serious injury. Upon scavenging like a lost animal between the two, Vanessa realized only will listen to her right now. 'Noah. Please let him run this one off.''He is not going anywhere until he learns to control his temper.''This isn't about temper. He is not himself. And he has a good reason for it.' There went that secret. Why had she bothered to start with?'Let me do my job. I won't tell you how to do yours.' The sudden shutter was riveting. She assumed a submissive bow before retreating from their telepathic conne
"No. I don't think so. Why go to so much trouble for all the lies?" He was so deep in his thoughts he didn't realise he was covering her body with his, the act instinctive, like they weren't fighting a minute before."Neither do I. But if she really is Ashley...." Oh hell. She was going to cry. She looked like her. She won't be. The same skin, same eyes, only taller. Still like the gangly, tall-limbed kid who is never graceful until one sees them playing sports. Her upper lip thinner compared to the lower one. It'd be weird to have noticed this in a best friend, especially when five years old but she remembered because it was love. A platonic kind but still love. Having sensed the shift in her emotions, Noah kneaded her shoulders."How can she be alive?" Vanessa had asked it the third time. He hated he had no possible theories but false hope in these times was a perfect weapon. His wolf was too sharp to fall for it, she wasn't. "Vanessa. The bastard is using her against you. Don'
An old toy chest gifted to him by some distant cousin rested near his bed. His toys had a mind of their own. A baby doll whose hinged eyes were broken but he could see how it broke, a velveteen teddy bear-his favorite whom he shared everything with, a spinning top. The top spun whenever he wanted it to, without physical labor. He drew the blankets to forehead, peeking out from underneath. This was the first time, according to his memory, they had one home. Two stories, his room upstairs with a glitter glass window. He knew the house was old, kitchen cabinets with crayon drawings on it, the wallpaper marked with a Sharpie announcing different heights. Guess they were also poor too, just like him, since the inches were drawn-near accurate. But he didn't fret. His world went beyond the riches anyway. There wasn't much to grasp within his peanut sized brain, but he knew he wasn't normal. Not even by changeling standards. His mother had put him to sleep with her fascinating stories, his
Vanessa bit her fingers on the way to infirmary, to stop herself from crying. Ian was shifted from the main in-built hospital to the small infirmary with other children. She stopped to peek inside- glass windows clear enough with blinds drawn back. He was with Noah. It didn't shock her. Her shields were tightly jammed, she didn't want Calvin roaming the streets of her psyche, so she didn't let anyone pass. Noah was still fighting her over this. Infact, everyone was. She'd thought Evan would understand, and when they met with sentinels of Serene pack, he'd have her back but he walked out of the room- any room, even kitchen- when she walked inside. She had to smooth her temperament, Ian picked on emotions very quickly. And he had the habit of picking them apart with a pair of tweezers. But the sight was very wistful, of Noah showing him a coin trick, that she was detected. She stood there long enough for two pairs of eyes to look at her and smile. One unabashed in its happiness, othe
"It isn't a crime, Ian. It's okay to do that." She understood it better. The psyche sensed danger and looking for chunks in the armor on a psychic plane was it's form of offense. If he worked on it long enough, he could shove pass the army of mind shields because no eight year old should be able to look inside Calvin's mind. Damn, he was powerful. She hugged him tighter. What personal cost would he pay for it? "Psst. You are not listening. I found something in his brain. Like a thought but it was a long, long thread. His powers come from the stone, the ones he showed me. Asked me if I could track them. And remember when you tickled me?" His small fingers poked at her stomach. She took a moment to reorganise her thoughts. Where was he going with this?"And you made it past my shields because I was relaxed and happy?""Yes. I remember...." She did. "Then one time he was relaxed and I saw what he feared. I don't know how." Interesting. Very interesting. Noah slid closer unconsciously,
"Let's move." She felt red, hot anger coursing in her veins. Thunderous at the suggestion, she snagged her book, left a hot tip under the cup, at least an over tired worker will benefit from her anger to see him wear his glasses with same slick neatness he did everything else and start walking in an opposite direction. What the...Follow him? Or keep her pride and move in other direction? Since the suggestion was hers, shouldn't she be the one leading them? He did know the place better.... "Turns out Jodie. Jodie. Yes. Is that your real name?" No. No it wasn't. She didn't know what her real name was. Issa had told her she was Jodie to them. Wistful, determined Jodie with blondest hair Issa had ever seen. She didn't have any collateral to refuse the suggestion with. What else could she say? Mija had reincarnated her in a way. Created a fake body to leave her old life right where it was. Under the snowshelled mountain, in a silo, deathly pale. That's why death never scared her. She ha