I pulled the beast out of the water, smiling smugly as I showed her my catch. To my surprise, the girl burst into a fit of laughter, to the point she folded in two.
What the hell's so funny? I turned to look at my catch. "You've got to be fucking kidding me..."
A log. I caught a fucking log. What kind of a joke is this!? I thought this thing catches fish not logs! Irritated, I tried to pull the hook out but the dam thing wouldn't let go. Come on, piece of crap, work with me! I gave a good yank and finally, the hook was released from the wood, but the line had snapped; I was left with nothing more than a broken string and still no fish.
I scowled. "Dam thing broke..."
She brought a hand to her mouth, holding back another laugh. "You have to be gentle with these, they aren't made for Wolves.
- Yeah, I noticed." I sighed, frustrated I made a fool out of myself and ended up soaking wet. Now I'll have to dry up at the cottage and
I hobbled behind, trying my best to keep everything together. I don't know what came over me... I don't know why I did it but, when I saw him crying, I couldn't just walk away. I wanted to be there for him, comfort him... Ruby longed to be at his side as well, but in a much more intimate way so I had to convince her this wasn't the time. Nonetheless, I don't think I regret the gesture. He needed comfort and there wasn't anyone else around so it wasn't awkward... who am I kidding, I don't know what I was doing. I wasn't thinking, I just... I just did it. Somehow, I expected it to feel awkward and he'd push me away, but, it felt, right. Maybe I'm just overreacting, it was just a hug anyways. I'm sure anyone would've done the same. With that in mind, I continued to hobble my way through the thicket, slowly but surely reaching the cottage. Once inside, I was quite to gut out the fish and clean the insides, leaving it ready to cook. I cut out the side, careful to leave as
I was lost in the depths of my thoughts long before I realized the girl had left to her room without a word. Or maybe she did say goodnight but I simply didn't notice. My finger kept absentmindedly fiddling around with the bottle cap and I soon came to realize I was doing just what my dad use to do on so many faithful nights. Thing is, my dad might of been a hero to the eyes of many, but no one knew the real coward hiding behind that mask. In fact, it almost feels like I was the only one capable of seeing how much damage he's done. Yeah, he's made his redemption ark over the years, but I still held a grudge against him for ruining my childhood. The days I spent sobbing in my room... I sighed, pressing my palms against my temples. The booze must be getting to me... I shooed the nasty thoughts away, well aware I'd loose it if I didn't think of something else. For the first time in a while, I let my mind wander on it's own, let it guide me towards something comforting.
Smoke... Why do I smell... smoke...? An eerie scent invaded my nostrils as my eyes struggled to open, irritated by something in the air. My entire body was in pain, my skin assaulted by a burning sensation. I tried to push up, but something heavy was crushing my shoulders, pinning me to the ground. I could feel something sharp poke at my back, making every movement pure agony. Debris blocked most of my vision, making it impossible for me to see anything or assess my whereabouts. I groaned, unable to move as panic slowly began to take over... I could hear distant voices, distorted by the echo of the ringing in my ears and I screamed for help. "HEELP!! I'M OVER HERE!" I didn't hear a response, but I felt small vibrations in the ground indicating someone was walking towards me. Soon after, I felt the weight partly lift off my shoulders and a hand reached out, grabbing my arms as it began to pull me out. I held back a scream, biting my lips as a s
"Daddy, are you awake?" I slightly opened my eyes, greeted by the silhouette of a child, her face hidden by the aura of the sun circling her head as she leaned closer to my face. A small smile lifted my lips as I felt her delicate hands poke at my cheek with a long sigh, prodding me awake. I chuckled, adding to her frustration. "Daddy is still asleep..." She tilted her head, letting out another exasperated sigh. "But you're talking. Are you sleep talking? - Maybe." My ears were filled by the sound of her sweet giggle which in return made me laugh. I smiled and finally opened my eyes, delighted to see her. She was the perfect daughter. Delicate round face, dazzling green eyes, gorgeous blonde locks and her adorable smile, with her two front teeth missing. I was quick to scoop her up from the ground and I lifted her above the ground while she outstretched her arms like an airplane, pretending she had the ability to fly. We went on for a few minu
The following morning was pretty tough on the pack; the night had been pretty cold. Since most of us had nothing more but pants to cover ourselves and no mattress to sleep, we were all quite sore. A few ended up sleeping in their Wolf form to shield from the cold with their pelt, but even then sleeping wasn't very enjoyable. Ava and Jace's disappearance had taken its toll on the pack alongside the looming fatigue and overall boredom. Even though my Wolf healing had already kicked in, I was forced to stay at camp under Kira's orders. I just finished sending our few capable scouts for a quick patrol when I sat down near the Healer, watching intently as she worked on her smelly mixtures. I was always fascinated by her work and how something that seemed so natural to her seemed strange to me. I never bothered asking her about it though, fearful I'd break her focus.
I trotted up to Zed, curious to know what could've made him so tense, until my eyes spotted the vile and the plant in the palm of his hand. My Wolf instantly jumped back, well aware of the dangerous substance as it snarled. Wolfsbane! I snarl, ordering him to put it back where he found it as everyone else backed away, startled by my sudden shift of tone. I grabbed the strap of the bag between my jaws, fighting back the urge to throw it away while the plant's irritating smell burnt my nostrils. Let's head back, Kira will clean you boys up. I'll take care of this. I turned towards Winston and Conor.Carry the youngest to camp, let me know when he wakes up. I need to have a little chat with him...I added that last part as I turned around, trotting towards camp, already gagging as the mixture's smell invaded my snout and covered every other scent.
"Hey, hey, calm down." Despite a part of me wanted to hear him out and help him, I couldn't keep my guard down. I was preparing myself to ask a few more questions, but my Wolf pulled my attention elsewhere as he noticed an intriguing detail; his wounds were already showing signs of healing. It was faint, but noticeable to a sharp eye. Intrigued, I took a moment and starred into his eyes, searching for a sign until I eventually felt it; it's presence was faint, but unmistakably there. This boy is a werewolf. I could barely hide my stupor at the realization. He must've gone through an incredible amount of trauma to have his Wolf side subside this way, or something else was affecting him. He didn't seem to have any physical injuries, but his face did seem rather pale and covered in cold sweats. Something is definitely a wrong with this k
Tommy kept a tight grip on my shoulder, making growl when his nails kept digging into my skin; he was nervous I could hear his heart beat increase by the second. The bounds around my wrists irritated and burnt as they began to cut through my flesh, but I forced myself to ignore the pain. It felt like forever since we had left camp, yet we still didn't seem to be anywhere near enemy grounds. I'm not even sure this kid knows what he's doing... We walked for what could've easily been another hour before I finally detected signs of a nearby camp; the pungent smell of humans and smoke reached my nose and I groaned in disgust. I still can't believe I let myself get dragged into this, but I couldn't do anything about it now, we were already too close for my own comfort. I continued to play along, tolerating the sensation of a knife in my back and nails digging into my shoulder when we finally