All Chapters of The last Guardian: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter two:The Dense trees loom overhead and the air carries a damp, earthy scent.As I rush deeper and deeper into the woods, a sense of unease creeps up my spine. The towering trees cast long, eerie shadows that dance and sway with the gentle breeze. Each rustle of leaves or snap of a twig sends shivers down my spine, making me hyper-aware of my surroundings.The path ahead is uneven, covered in fallen leaves and overgrown vegetation. I stumble occasionally, my shoes sinking into the muddy ground making it harder and harder to keep the pace I set when I started my track through these woods. The silence is unsettling, broken only by the occasional hoot of an owl or the distant caw of a crow.Every step forward feels like a test of my courage, my mind conjuring up all sorts of unknown dangers lurking in the shadows. I feel like I’m being watched, which is absolutely absurd, no one ever ventures out here. It’s part of the reason I nearly begged our local realtor to find out who owned

I can’t believe mister Jackson refuses to check out back, there is absolutely no way that was just an echo, there’s no way the sound of a tv could carry in a way that it sounds like there’s a battle going on just outside the door I was standing at, even if he had the windows open and the volume at it’s maximum, it just can not be, the shouting, the cussing, the sound of that angry dog, that was undoubtedly real and it was close!The firm grip on my shoulder made it almost painfully obvious he didn’t want me to know what was going on, if it really had been his TV, he wouldn’t have had such a firm grip on me, he wouldn’t almost have dragged me away, would he? Maybe he’s hosting illegal dogfights, I think to myself, could that be the reason he’s trying to make absolutely sure I am kept away from the back of the garage?I’ve been in his office for at least 20 minutes now, being asked all kinds of questions about the make and model of my truck, what’s wrong with it, if I had done any mainte

Tara’s p.o.v.I know I should probably eat something, but with the way I’m feeling I lost all desire. Hoping my favorite streaming service will take my mind off of today’s strange events, I settle on the on the sofa and wrap myself up in the soft comfortable blanket that I always drape over the back of the cushions. Scrolling through all the different movies, series and documentaries, nothing catches my eye and with the yearning to be outside growing, I just can’t seem to wind down. With a sigh I untie myself from the fluffy fabric, maybe a nice hot shower will do the trick. The bathroom is simple but functional. White subway-style tiles line the walls all the way up to the ceiling, a simple glass shower wall and a dark oak vanity with a wash basin on top, a plain white toilet bowl and just a single ceiling lamp, nothing to boast about, the water pressure is really good though, so the small showerhead usually does the trick of relaxing my tight muscles just fine, but not tonight. Wit

Christian’s P.o.v. I can’t believe she has been living in the old Devereaux’s place all this time, How did I not notice that every time I caught whiff of sandalwood, jasmin, coriander with a touch of cinnamon in the air, the wind had been blowing from the east. Why did I not check the boundary on that side of the barrier more often? When Joe suggested I go there and wait, I thought he would bring Linda there, maybe check if she would have another vision, rattle up a second prophecy on what would come next or something, anything really.. I never expected to see Tara come walking down the path hours later. I had contemplated leaving several times, to run back to town and tear those traitorous Jackson brothers a new one, just for being near my sweet girl, purely for being a possible threat to her and admittedly also for the hand they most likely had in my misery of the past two decades, but Jack was right. If his son hadn’t stopped me when he did, I certainly would have done more dam

Christian’s p.o.v. It’s still the early hours of dusk when I settle down beneath a tree, I have a clear view of Tara’s home, but I’m concealed enough to remain out of sight. Although I haven’t seen any sign of her Wolf on her, I make sure I’m up wind from the cottage, just to be on the safe side. I’m not sure if she remembers my scent or knows anything about the life we had. Does she have any recollection of being snatched away from her home and the horrendous manner in which that happened? She was so young, even though it pains me, I pray it has all been erased from her mind. Sitting there, wandering what her life had been like, time passes. Questions about which school she attended, if she had any close friends, hobbies, it all remains unanswered of course, oh how I would’ve loved to know her through all those years, through her first day of school, a first love or broken heart, her graduation, getting her drivers license, I missed it all.The cold of the morning dew is starting