The Fate of the Wolf

To be in that rain, which penetrated every bone of her body, kneeling on the gravel street that hurt her already bruised knees. Soaking those masculine clothes that concealed a slim, feminine and delicate body. Waiting for the door to open was the only option Jade had.  The solution, apart from her problems, lay beyond the wood that obstructed her path. She was not referring to the good life, or a bloody revenge. She was only looking for protection so that he could live a little longer and not perish in her short twenty-one years.

If before she had stayed awake because of the chronic insomnia she suffered, now it was because of the sharp pain that spread through every inch of her skin behind the hot iron that marked her. Flooding the room with the smell of burned skin that mixed with the nauseating smell of blood. Despite wanting to scream to try to vent her efforts were useless, a dirty cloth had been introduced into her mouth filling her taste buds with a metallic taste that made her nauseous. Amid the nebula of her suffering she heard the laughter of her tattoo artist, who seemed to enjoy his work like an artist writhing in his pleasure. Jade wanted to lose consciousness, but it was impossible, she wanted to die, everything would be better than that unlimited suffering. Only when the customary night rain came hours later did her body find a modicum of relief. Now, alone in the dark, surrounded by corpses and her skin itching and burning, her eyes closed and she just waited for her soul to l

Jade knew the world was full of cruel people, but she never imagined running into two in such a short time. First, that person who had changed her life and appeared in the few hours of sleep that her insomnia allowed her. The other was this supposed friend of the family who after many hours and a whole night had not even appeared to deign to meet her. She clenched her fists against the damp, icy fabric. She felt the fever move through her body and the fatigue closed her eyes causing her to stagger in that position. She had said she would stand her ground, but it was really difficult. The sun's rays announced the dawn and the end of the rain. She stroked her arms over the fabric in a vain attempt to warm herself. It was soaked to the bone. The hat that used to protect her head had been almost completely discarded thanks to the supposed good quality of its manufacture and his clothes were stained almost to lose color. She swallowed a lamenting sob. Why she had

Panic seized the girl. She felt her body trapped under that stranger who was looking at her without any interest while the hair caressed her face making her tickle uncomfortably. A lump formed in her throat and she couldn't help biting her lips until they hurt. Every muscle in his body was tense and immobilized, she had to get out of there but she didn't know how. -I don't like rebellious people- Vladek's deep voice alarmed her, the brightness of those eyes devouring her from top to bottom- Take off the flight- he demanded. Jade visibly trembled and, managing to move her hands, she pressed the veil again with one and the other brought it to her chest, preventing the robe from opening. Vladek realized that the little person below him was beyond terrified, to the point of collapse. The color had left what he could see of his face and his pupils were so dilated that he could see himself in them. Still, it would strain his defenses a bit more. If he was not the p

Vladek hated what it was. Others wanted to have his ability, his genes, his nature, but he was different. When you are 379 years old, the story was not pleasant especially having a path of misfortunes on your back. He had seen many people die in front of him, especially those who discovered his secret, but what marked him the most were those who had been an important part of him. He had longed for death several times but as a wolf he could not easily seek his death and his strength had built up in such a way that his body would not surrender to anyone, even if he wanted to. He cursed his life over and over again. Sigh. Concentrating, he let the blood inside him flow freely as it rarely did. He maintained absolute control over his instincts and only let them go when necessary, or doing so would have serious consequences. He was too violent when he put his mind to it. He opened his eyes, they had turned an intense golden color and the pupil had been red