I was warm. Surrounded by the thickest of wool. Or at least that's what it felt like. But that comfort was forgotten as I waded through the empty blackness that encompassed me. Instead, the chill found my bones. There was nothing warm about the area I stepped out in. It was nothing but darkness, even the ground didn't seem to exist. The empty domain was like an abyss. Rippling at the base of my feet like water. I could swear in the hollow air around me, I heard the faintest sound of birds chirping. I peered into the darkness, but I didn't see any other signs of life. "Hello? Is anyone there?" I called out. But a minute or two passed, and no one answered. The faint heartbeats I heard all my life were gone. I couldn't feel Sarah from the bakery or Raqean and his snappy humor from the soldier camp. Hell, even the chill from my father was gone. The solid fear that lived for free inside my nerves, was gone. No matter how hard I searched, I couldn't feel the souls of anyone fr
Staring wasn't my intention, but it felt like I couldn't tear my eyes away. My blood disappeared off his skin, and it felt like my soul was stretching out of my body, reaching for the Alpha in front of me. He was just standing there, his eyes unmoving. Yet for some reason, the air between us felt electric. A static shock that I couldn't see right beneath the surface. If he felt it too, he gave no indication. Shuddering in place, I kept my mouth shut tight. "Are you alright, little wolf?" Morax asked after what felt like ages, and I could only nod dumbly. There was a sense of belonging that surrounded me, and it was hard to remember I was among an alluring acquaintance, not a friend. The new bond felt like a safety blanket that curled directly into my soul. Like I was on one of my old moonlit runs, I felt winded after the devastating loss that just shook me. The pain was still there, but under the new bond, it was muted. Or maybe it was the hope of survivors still being present.
"Missy Robin, I'm so a happy you're alright!" It felt like the minute I was released from Morax's cabin, Timmy had been waiting. His big doe eyes that sparkled like emeralds were well trained on me like a hawk the second my foot passed the threshold. Looking at Timmy now felt different. I could feel his nervous energy resounding faintly in my head, a connection. It only brought me back to the lingering feelings from when Morax smirked at me with my blood on his lips. The intimacy had been unexpected, to say the least. A part of me wanted to forget, to shove away the prickles that budded on my skin at the fresh memory. But it was hard because I had to keep reminding myself today was the day we started over.As allies. I reaffirmed in my mind again. I had a new Alpha... with a clan that grew more complex by the day. If I was supposed to feel calm, I was failing. Air became sucked in between my teeth. I was careful to hide my wave of emotions, clenching my fingers into the sea
Pain blossomed at the base of my spine, and I could feel my lips curling while I grit my teeth. My forearm rested over my forehead, and I squinted into the dust filling the small shop. Birds were chirping outside, but besides that--there was no noise in the room. "Timmy, are you okay?" I called, coughing while I sat upright. It took a few minutes for the dust to clear, but the aftermath shook me when it did. The stool I was sitting on moments before snapped in half, and the leg of the stool splintered off on the other side of the room. I looked around for Timmy's orange and red-haired mop, but it was hard to see over the glowing blue light in the center of the room. "Timmy?" I called louder, palpations raging in my chest. The blood rushed through my ears as it pumped forcefully through my heart. "I-I'm a' okay! I justa' needed a second!" Relief poured over me when I heard his small voice answer. Then there was a clatter of wood, and Timmy was crawling out from under a flipp
"Why the fuck do you smell like my brother, Andrew?" Before I knew it, my lips were pulled back into a vicious snarl. The blackening sky above us was the least of my worries when I stepped toward him. His eyes flicked down to my feet and his face grew impossibly more ashen. My eyes narrowed when his foot slid back."I... I don't have time for this!" Andrew whipped around and I swear the world tilted red. His disturbed expression flickered in slow motion as his leg lifted to retreat. I could hear people screaming. I could smell Andrew's fear.He was going to run away. Before I knew it, I was slamming him to the ground. The dust from the dirt path shot up to sting my eyes, but I didn't let go. My fingers clenched tight around his slender neck. "What the hell are you doin, get off of me!!" Andrew shrieked, his eyes wild.He was thrashing around on the ground. But the scene we were making would have little intervention. It would be too hard for someone to run to his aide when so ma
"Robin, if you need me to carry you, I will. Just say the word, okay?" Brandon's voice carried over the toxic winds that blew fumes in our faces, and I shook my head as I coughed into my fist. My lungs were heaving, and it was hard for me to shift. But still, it was better than running in my human form. My skin was already damp with sweat from the heat, I wouldn't last long if I ran like this. "No, I got it. Timmy, once I shift, climb on my back." "But... I can follow too!" He whined. I quickly cut him a glare. "I'm not willing to risk it, and after what you just pulled, you have NO right to talk back to me!" "..'m sorry..." Timmy muttered under his breath, before he flinched. He seemed hurt at my anger, but it didn't matter right now. What mattered is that he was alive and well enough to be hurt. Without another word, I shifted in another spray of thick blood. It hurt a bit, my lungs felt caved in during the intense ripping of my human image. But I managed, glancing at Timm
And maybe I was stupid. Because he lunged so fast, it felt like the world paused to let him through. My feet scrambled to move to the left. Blades of grass jumping up to slow down my movements. While gravity carried his. I knew I wouldn't make it. All I saw were his sharp teeth. I ducked my head down in an attempt to protect my nape. Then, I twisted.Pain erupted in my shoulder. Sharp scissors marred the flesh. Rips and snarls viciously eclipse my hearing. An involuntary yelp escaped my lips, but I fought to shake him off. I could feel warmth oozing down into my fur, matting it with thick rivulets of my blood. "G-get off a her!" I heard a sharp smack sound, but couldn't figure out where it was coming from. I heard it again but couldn't see over the sizeable dark fur that blocked my vision. I could see his leg though. Stretched back as it supported his attack. I lunged my face forward as far as it could go and latched onto the tendon. Quickly I mimicked the savage nature
"Missy Robin, c'mon! We gotta go!" Timmy's tiny fists hit my spine. The weight caused my fur to jump in time with the blows. But I couldn't tear my eyes away. My mouth felt dry, and my logic sputtered. It was like seeing him drained the rest of my strength. I could feel my wolf retreating without my consent and in a grotesque snap of bone, it was gone. "Wah, oof!" Timmy fell to the ground with a small thud. Meanwhile, I crumbled to my knees and crouched in the grass. Struggling to catch my breath. My shoulder was seeping blood still, and my face stung horribly. But through my increasingly blurry vision, that man was still standing there. As I tried to get my bearings, I could only barely reply to the person in front of me. It was hard to fight against the numb tingle that invaded my chest. "Hey, Dad..." I greeted back, but the words fell flat. I heard Timmy gasp behind me, and he seemed to recover from his fall. Because he scooted forward on his knees, burrowing into my side