~Jim POVWalking right in the street with an headset planted on my head gives my appearance a stunning look.'I am late today. I hope the boss won't notice that.' That's it I had to hope for the best.Darius is not just boss, he is mean and at the same time lenient with everyone. Still walking on the road, I am kind of farmished. I spotted where they sell snacks. I just need a junk to hold myself together. So, I aimed for the place with smiles on my face. Getting right in front of the seller with a fierce face. "Good morning… I want this," I ordered.The seller quickly packed the snacks and have it handed to me. "Don't worry about its fee," the seller said."I am feeling generous today, take this," I insisted and immediately have the money carved into his palms.Leaving her, I know he is quite terrified with my appearance. I love that anyways. While walking, I begin to eat what has been bought. I am really hungry. Having it fill my mouth and in no time, I get to the office.Every
Jim POV Resting my head on the bed, I couldn't get off the thoughts in my head. 'Won't I have to escape this vicinity? But if I do, won't they still find me?" That thought, I have it buried within me.I don't know what to do even in that bed of mine. Confused me have my head hanged within my sleeves with numerous thoughts dangling in my heart.I close my eyes while my thoughts wander off. 'Should I call Darius?" I asked myself again.I closed my eyes within my head and have my heart think things through. I need to make an urgent decision, but, now, it seems I am clouded.I am just buried on what decision to make at the moment. At a moment I have to stand from where I laid. I need to think… really think things through.Banging my leg throughout the room, I just have to think. 'Okay, I think I know what to do,' now, I have come to a conclusion after rubbing my heart on different thoughts.'I will call Darius immediately,' picking up my phone I dialled his number right away.Waiting
Darius POV'What could be wrong? What actually happened?' That question is the only thing I could ask myself. I couldn't figure out the reason behind his sudden attack.'Does having a package to delivered link to ….' he hasn't completed that thought when another thought had stormed his mind. Laying my hand in my head, I just couldn't picture things really well. Thank goodness I brought him to my domain, 'i guess its time I call my mole.'That thought have it's strong pull on my mind. I know calling a mole would be perfect, but I can't call her using my phone. I think the enemy is everywhere now.Now, I hate the fact that I lost my memories. That sense hold a lot of my pain in my heart. Closing my eyes like an infant, i kinda pause my thought for minute which is a bit tough.'Darius… you know what to do.' That voice came immediately I paused my thought.I know it's my wolf and I am kinda happy to hear his voice. 'Wait! I know what to do? What kind of wolf is this?' my mind continued
SHARED TRAUMA.RONNTwilight has never looked so inauspicious as it does now. The camp is quiet, the most quiet I’ve heard in years as I head for the one hut behind the plateau. It’s all very absurd. That we would slink back in the face of those cursed wolves. We have the advantage. And it ought to be used. I skirt the slope of the tableland carefully, and when I circle to the other side, I find Gylen in front of the hut. He sits cross-legged on the grass next to Laen, Allos and Farden, a small fire between them, with meat roasting on a spit. I consider my options. Sure they won’t buy my idea, at least if I don’t sell it properly. My second option, and the most agreeable, is to attack them. Take them out before they react, and then take the wolves. They could sniff me out on time, but the wind is in my favor; it’s blowing north, against me. I flex my fingers as I tense for action. Before I move though, Allos asks, ‘What is Ronn doing here?’. I pause. I’d certainly underestimated
TWILIGHT.CYRANIt’s very disorienting, not to mention unusual and bad manners, the way they all stare at me. Argell and Caivan both have askant looks, Jenna, beside me, peers like she’s seen me for the first time (or maybe she is, she had her eyes only for Saelyna when Veesa had introduced us), Veesa has worn that calculative frown, and Saelyna…Well, she’s staring as well. I just wish they’d all stop. Haron sits up; he’s the only one who’s not been gaping, even though he’s opposite me; and he leans forward. ‘I suspect you haven’t had these…visions for a very long time. Otherwise, Saelyna here would have noticed’, he says gently, holding me with feeble eyes. ‘Uh…’ I’m not comfortable talking about stuff like this, not here, not now. I have just come out of a trance, I’m sure what I had said was horrible, maybe, but right now I just want to get out of this dark place. ‘And you see us…losing. Again’, Caivan says. I don’t reply him. I’m still figuring out his deal. ‘Just another th
ATTACK ON ELDAD. RONNIt all happens in blinks; it moves like lightening, a flash of white fur and fangs, and its jaws clap down on Pedran’s shoulder. I hear a sickening crunch, followed by his scream. Someone yells a curse, Edril leaps at the wolf, two others leap into the circle, their eyes glowing like sapphires in the dark as they attack Allos and Farden.I don’t wait before letting my wolf out. Transformation hurts sometimes, but not when its swift, not when adrenaline takes over, when all I feel is the primal urge to attack. I flip the curtain in the back of my mind, letting go of all control.It's harder to rein the change this time, given it’s the full moon. The sight around me lowers inch by inch as my calf stretches, my night view grows brighter, and it becomes hard to think. When my fangs rip out of their gums completely, I act on impulse, and I don’t think at all. CAIVANThis was not what I had envisioned when I was on the road back from Qarax. Sure, there was bound to
LACERATIONSSAELYNAI don’t trust myself to speak. I’m too jittery at the moment (actually I’ve been so for a very long while now, since the “meeting” had been called). It's Halden all over again. It’s like a sickness, this fear, this haunting memory that follows me everywhere I go, that emerges like a pest at the first jolt. It hadn’t been there before, not until that night with the mages. Not until I was almost certain death was near. We reach the hospice and I lock the door with shaky hands as Cyran drops Caivan on a bed. I blink thrice to adjust my view in the darkness but Cyran is already ahead of me; he finds a jar of fireflies and shakes them awake. ‘Where’s Haron?’ he asks, casting quick glances around the empty hall. I hadn’t noticed the old man slip away when we got to the hall. Neither had I noticed the pair of eyes peeking out at me from under the bed to my left. Blue eyes.‘Fuck!’ I curse aloud, and hold up my hands, ready to draw on the iden, ready to fire at will whe
ELVEN HEALERS.CYRAN‘Why aren’t you doing the healing?’ I curse loudly, as I leap at the sound of Gylen’s voice. Or it’s his breath on my neck, I don’t know which. ‘Would you all stop doing that?’ He raises a brow. ‘Doing what?’ ‘Sneaking up on people like that, it’s not healthy’. He smirks. ‘So you’re scared’. ‘Who wouldn’t be, winter wolves just attacked the village’. The habitual frown replaces his smile as he folds his arms. ‘Yes, I suppose so’. I follow his glance back to the bed in the middle of the hall, where Saelyna has her hands on Pedran’s shoulder. Blue light glows now and then when she moves, and the girls are in a sort of huddle around them. Save for Keilen, and the one called Charlin. They both sit opposite each other on the far side of the room, totally ignoring the other. Just then, the door bursts open and Veesa strolls in, the older wolvens following behind her. Her white hair streams behind her, soiled here and there with blood that I’m sure isn’t her