Chapter 6

Lyra’s pov.

A faint call pulled me from nowhere, not that I couldn't explain where I was, it was just dark. Dark and nothing. 

The still voice called again. I couldn't feel the ground anymore, it felt like zero gravity and the silence was deafening. I headed towards the call and took a step forward. With each step, I felt her head churn.

 I remembered how i got there but not where I was. It was at that bar. The pain increased with each step and I nearly fell back into the darkness. Moving closer a faint light shone on me, with a beautiful wolf piercing me with his looks.

I reached out to him, it was the most logical thing I could do at that point.

 My hand, phasing through his being made me realize that I was part of a vision, a dream, a trance perhaps. But none of the things happening around me happened to be real.

I saw myself walking towards him, I could tell that I was scared as I approached him but I just couldn't stay away from him either.  I moved closer to him, and with each step, I felt fire burning in my lungs, my feet became heavy, but I moved on still. 

The wolf took gentle strides towards me too, and with each step, his features became human-like. He seemed to be in pain as he changed but he kept on coming closer.

Soon we were standing so close that we could feel our breath. 

This once beautiful wolf now had every human feature that save his face, and that too was changing. Just as I was about to register the face, he pushed me. 

I fell into a pit of darkness. 

 

 It seemed right after all everyone had been doing that lately and at the least time that I expected. A loud high pitched noise forced me to close my eyes immediately.

…

“What do we do about this, she's freaking 

white”

“I had no idea you'd know who she is, talk more of being crazy,”

I tried to retort but my banging head could only let me move a muscle and groan out in pain. I could barely open my eyes

“I think she's coming around” There was brief silence as a hand went over my head and my arms.

 “Okay, cover her up, I need her covered while I figure out what to do,” A familiar voice responded in the affirmative and threw some sheets over me. 

“What then are you going to do, Rune?”

“She's breathing and her convulsions seem to be over, nothing that severe that I can't handle, Here goes nothing," waving his hands in the air in circles he chanted "Solea evigoro, somnus abiuro!" (Sunrise, I awaken, sleep, begone!)

By now the room seemed to have gotten darker and whatever Rune was doing, it was emitting a bright light. My eyelids twitched as a response to the bright light and my body jerked forward as the impact of whatever magic Rune was performing.

…

 The high-pitched noise was accompanied by a swift beam of light heading towards me as i fell endlessly. It caught up with me and it was no match for the surrounding darkness. It was just enough to envelop me, saving me from my own thoughts and the brooding darkness.

 In one swift movement, I was caught up and found herself in a bright room.

…

Slowly the light died down, and my other senses were functional. I felt the texture of the sheets on my skin and the tension in the air. Who was that wolf and where exactly am I?

I flutter my eyelids, with my eyes trying to get used to the lighting and my brain trying to register where I was. My palm itched and I tried to get to it. 

Sitting up I saw two men sitting right in front of me, one of them I remember, the other my wolf wanted to tear apart, for reasons best known to her.

“Where am I, and who are you?” I asked the unfamiliar man. Looking around, I needed nobody to tell me what was happening.

“Oh hell nah…this…this is what you're going with, and you could not even go the normal way”, I asked, fuming as my eyes met Rune. I might have tried to dump my recent trauma on him, but this was no way to react.

“I can explain…” Rune said like he read my mind.

“Well this is self-explanatory, no more,” I turned towards the door.

It happened so fast, he was at the door before me. What made it crazier was that I could see him move towards the door. He was fast. There's no way he could be human. Another wolf? 

“You do not want things to get nasty from this point, I'd advise you to behave and listen,” he said baring his teeth, “I could rip you to pieces down to your bones, and not a drop of blood will be wasted, again, I suggest, you keep quiet and do as you're told”

By now he had let go of the only covering he had on. The towel and his body were enough to make me stutter but I could only look back at Rune. 

He showed no expression and I assumed this was a normal experience for him. I felt jealous, neglecting the fact that I was captured. But who cares? 

Standing before me was a god, a legend, a hero straight out of books and myths. He has a chiseled jaw and his face was not enough to mesmerize me, but good goddess his body was perfect.

I snapped out of it the moment I realized what was happening at that exact moment.

Turning to Rune, his companion said “You revived her, surely there's something you can do to make her forget about this horrible experience”

Rune opened his mouth to speak but my response made him shocked 

“You don't scare me,” I said, displaying the only werewolf trick I can remember, flashing my wolf's eyes. “Now, if you don't mind, get the fuck out of my way,”

I could see the look in his eyes, those fierce eyes had died down. Looking like a puppy who has been chided for his bad behavior.

I felt alive. I stood on my toes and tried to broaden my shoulders to look more intimidating. Whatever it was I thought I was doing. It was working.

“Let her go,” he uttered. 

I was shaking.

“Wow, is this really happening?” I thought.

I nearly asked him to repeat himself as I didn't expect it to be that easy, but I remembered I had gotten this and I wouldn't ruin it. The next solution was to walk backward towards the door. 

“One step, even a flinch of your muscles and I will…” I growled

What would I do? I found myself thinking. This has better turn out good.

It seemed like years but I was out the door, and it took forever to get outside the compound. The cool air washed over me and I felt my tensed muscles relaxing. 

I let my werewolf senses take over. Sensations were better that way when I felt things through them.

I was free.

But was I? I was back to where I started. A rejected mate, a prodigal daughter, my stomach had started to rumble. A werewolf with an empty stomach.

Trusting my hunt instincts I took the left path. 

I walked relentlessly for forty-five minutes and yet no sign of habitation. One more owl hoot and I'd tear my ear.

The silence and continuous chirps made me irritable. Not to mention the hunger factor. All this was still happening and yet someone was trailing me. Watching and following my every step of the way. I couldn't get a scent of this person but I could feel it.

 I turned back several times just to be certain but there was no one around. No attempt to hide from me whatsoever. 

“I must be trippin, it's either that or I must be seriously hungry,” I said out loud.

But someone was definitely following me.

Walked for another fifteen minutes before I got to the grocery store a stone throw from my mother's mansion. The time on the wall clock in front of me made me realize that I had my phone on me.

I unlocked my phone and muttered, “Eleven-forty-five, it's awfully quiet for a weekend.” I waved to the cashier and headed straight on like I did not look like shit at the moment, with mud in my shoes and leaves on my shoulder and hair.

I walked till my home appeared before me with the lights from the rooms still on. I muttered what must have been a prayer as I thought of several ways everything could go wrong. I took the stairs and found the doors open. 

 

Slow jazz was blasting on high volumes and I knew immediately that my mother was drunk and the chances of her being knocked out in the bathtub was very high. I also saw this as a good thing. “At least I have a few hours to recollect myself before she's sober,” I thought.

Taking the first can my fingers came across in the fridge, I sat at the table and gulped it down in a go.

 I was parched. 

I  took another, and another till I had a fence made out of the empty cans of Mountain Dew and Root Beer around me. I picked up my phone again. No calls, no texts. Oh wait…there was one. My cousin’s. I smiled and played her voicemail.

They were that of concern but still, her voice was soothing. Not after the crazy day I had. This made me recall the strange presence back in the woods. It's stopped. 

I took a deep breath and relaxed with my legs on the table with sleep slowly seeping into my eyes when I heard slight movements and the next thing I knew, I was avoiding bottles and whatever heavy dangerous object my mother could lay and hands-on and lift.

“Get the fuck off my property, you're trespassing”

 I brushed it off, blaming the alcohol. But she was not kidding. 

She knew who it was. 

“I have no daughter, get the heck of my property,”