Selly didn't walk for long when she found herself in yet another dead end.What luck! The vegetation on the cliff side, peculiar, caught her attention.The foot of the cliff was covered in a green web-like tree that covered a good portion of the cliff making it look like a…curtain.A specific spot on the meandering vegetation looked a little darker than the rest, picking her interest even more.Walking closer to the wall with measured steps, she pulled the curtain-like plants and her eyes widened.A cave? She asked herself.Pulling it wider she realised that there was another wall at the end if, then there was a corner on the left. Now that there was light passing through, she realised that there was yet another kind of light casting its shadow on the adjacent wall.Her heart skipped. She was curious and scared at the same time. What if some dangerous animal lived there?Or what if it was a tunnel…leading up to somewhere? In all her decisions she had had to make while surviving th
Jordan arrived at his destination and due to the place being not easy to navigate with a car, he packed it at the foot of what seemed to be a forest.Putting the car keys in his pocket, he walked the short remaining distance while eyes were occasionally skimmed on the map on his phone screen.Something felt off though, the more he walked the different the area became. From green and life-like trees to leafless grey and lifeless. Was the GPS not working properly? He asked himself because he doubted anyone lived there.The red dot continued to blink until it came to a stop, signaling that he had reached his destinationWhen he looked up, he was in the middle of dry land with trees as desolate as his soul at the moment.Was this the place? He turned back to see where he left his car, which was meters away and he swallowed hard.Where was the green forest just behind him?What Jordan didn't know was that the moment he stepped foot into the dead-looking forest with leafless trees, his rea
Jordan felt his stomach drop l. A chill ran down his spine. “Selly?” He asked the caller, unsure yet convinced that she was the one he was talking about. “How many mates do you have, Mr. Westhund?”The person was right. He had only one mate. Not two but one and that was Selly.And even though it took time to acknowledge the bond, he loved her and would do everything to bring her back.But he couldn't get excited too soon, “Who are you? He asked, “How do I know that this is not a trick?”The person laughed so hard there was a mockery tone to his voice, “Of course you don't but what can you do?” purposely refusing to introduce themselves.Silence. “I thought so.” The person deadpanned. “I'll be hanging up. Give you a moment to reflect on it.”“Wait, please!” He begged, “What's the price?” He asked. For someone to willingly provide such clues that neither he nor his family had access to, then they must have a monetary motive behind. The person, whoever their true identity was, seeme
Jordan Westhund went back to his house in city Petroit hoping to find something. Anything to help him locate Selly.His house stayed as soundless as a graveyard.Now standing in the same room it had all taken off, he held the navy blue suit coat. Feeling its Vicuna texture and design, he watched his pitiful self on the same mirror those amber eyes had begged through because he refused to face her.Although it has been days, her scent lingered. All the surfaces she touched. All his clothes reminded him of her.It was like she left yet a part of her remained behind and it set him on fire. It was through that mirror that she had begged him to let her mark him. It was rare and not always successful for a female to do the marking. Whispers had it that it was an old way of initiating a weak bond, especially when the male counterpart had any problems with the marking stage.Damn! Even the color of his clothes for his birthday had been hand-picked by her, always yapping about him looking go
The clouds were dark and thunder roared with no signs of stopping anytime soon.Selly twirled in the rain and a song whose origin she didn't remember, just that she knew it from somewhere, flowed melodiously, capturing her soul as she got lost in it.The lyrics were uplifting and her sparkly teeth were kind in a display as she sang it until she couldn't anymore.She took her overflowing pots inside and closed the door, laughing.Oh! She got drenched in the only clothes she had.But she wasn't going to let such a simple thing soil her joy.She slid out of them, took two long sticks, leaning them against the wall on one side as she let them dry by the fire.Standing naked in the middle of the room with her hands on her waist, she marveled at the craftsmanship of the little house. Whoever built it must have been very talented.A single glance at the cottage and one would think that it could be pushed away by the wind any moment yet here it was standing and not…leaking. Her eyes lazily l
The drums rang beautifully against the silent cliff. Even the birds stopped singing on cue.Where was the sound coming from? She asked herself.She didn't know why instead of being happy to hear the drums which meant there were people, like her, somewhere out there, she actually felt scared.From how she perceived the sound, it was like someone was beating a bigger drum while several smaller ones joined in creating a beautiful musical harmony.It sounded like one big celebration.On the other hand, she had a good reason to be wary of it all. She was someone without memory and it has been days since she found herself there and not a single person had crossed paths with her then all of a sudden there were drums?What if they were a way to lure her into trouble?“I have to leave this place.”She quickly gathered her rabbits and followed the path she came from.She should have known that whenever there was water, then there were people close by. Her toned legs took longer strides than usu