I rechambered my guns after inspecting them. The fact I could only use silver bullets with my guns was a very big limitation. That was because silver bullets were rare.In truth, I ran out of my original stash long ago. But I managed to obtain some twenty-seven bullets after spending months developing connections with what I had left from the church.I now had just over fifteen. Twelve were chambered already.My guns were each six-chamber revolvers and I loaded both of them. That was twelve bullets, twelve shots.I would make every shot count.I tied my holster to my waists and holstered my guns.One of the first things I considered when I newly deserted the church and I hadn’t found any allies yet was a method to solve my bullet problems.Swords were good weapons. But they paled to the utility of guns. That wasn’t the case with supernatural creatures, but my main enemies were very human.My first option was getting normal bullets smelted by a local blacksmith far away from the capit
I watched Morning walk away from me and I felt some kind of way.I felt happy earlier because of the support Morning gave me. It was like a ray of sunlight after heavy rain. But now we were separated on less than ideal terms again.I could only blame myself. There was a lot of nuance to our conversation, but I still went ahead to try convincing her of the virtues of humanity at the end.Of course, that was just taking on an incredibly tough task. I wouldn’t have even mentioned it if I had known the true extent Morning hated humans. I underestimated it because she was willing to talk to me, and she didn’t even attack anyone back at Barley.It was a tough task because I wasn’t so sure of it myself. I knew logically that all humans weren’t bad, but I had seen so much evil from humans that it tended to color out the good. Humans weren't all bad, but the bad ones seemed to do more bad than the good done by the good ones.I could guess where Morning’s disdain for humans originated. It would
When Phoenix told me I could ask him questions, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to do so. I was very interested in knowing more about him. I wanted to know more about how he thought. Everything about him was fascinating to me. His mind, his actions, our bond. In truth, there were a million questions I could ask, but I decided to stay on topic. And that meant we would be talking about the hunters of course. Just thinking of them could easily make me angry. I wanted to kill them all. But Phoenix was risking his life for this mission. And to do what? To save a wolf pack? Phoenix talked about his mission before. How he wanted to save lives. So I wasn’t very surprised that he had obtained information about the church’s plans and decided to intercept them. He already incorporated me in his plans, and although I hated how I couldn’t be of much use, I was still happy to do something. What I really wondered about was Phoenix being a human. It was far too easy for me to fo
“Don't worry yourself.” I told Morning with a calm expression. But I felt different within my mind. I knew that I was reaching for too much. Just because she said I could ask her any question, didn’t mean that she would actually answer any question I asked. Morning’s facial expression fell. I sighed within. She must have felt very guilty for not being able to answer. It would have been easy for me to blame Morning for her inability to answer my questions but I knew better. The fact she actually apologized to me when I didn’t even expect it was enough evidence to remind me of the truth. Morning was a good person, no matter what she thought. So I wasn’t just going to let her feel guilty for not answering my question. After all, I had a little understanding about having things you find it difficult to talk about myself. I smiled faintly. “You just aren’t ready to tell me anything yet. That isn’t your fault. It takes time to change.” I said. Morning listened to my words,
I was shocked as Phoenix told me to follow him. Was he really going to reprimand me for ignoring him?No, that ridiculous.What was more likely to happen was that he would ask me about my shifting. And that was even worse.I stared up at him from my seated position. His face was calm and I couldn’t read any bad intentions in them. But I couldn’t use that to deduce anything about his intentions. After all it was still possible that he might want to do something that didn’t seem bad to him, but it was worse for me.I debated refusing him in that moment. But then I remembered how I had been ignoring him earlier. Why did I ever do that? It wasn’t like what he said when I was talking to him wasn’t true.I had been keeping things for him and I felt guilty so I ignored him.I didn’t want to do that again.“Alright.” I said as I stood up. Phoenix nodded and he led the way.I felt gazes from behind us as we walked a short distance into the forest. We didn’t actually venture far. I knew
I almost lost it when Phoenix turned to me earlier. I knew that he was going to ask about my wolf.I was a wolf but I had never shifted in front of him even once. Anyone would see that as extremely strange. I was actually somewhat surprised that Phoenix hadn’t asked earlier. It was shut a blaring oddity that you just had to ask.My mind spun quickly as I struggled to come up with some sort of lie to hide the truth. There was no way I was going to tell him about my wolf just like that. It was completely unstable now and I couldn’t control it when I shifted.Coming up with lie turned out to be a lot harder than I expected. I thought of telling him I was squeamish in fights, but I immediately discarded the idea. It was far too stupid of an excuse. I was sure that Phoenix could still clearly remember when I had attacked him when we first met. It definitely wasn’t my fault, because he basically kidnapped me back then. My reaction was perfectly reasonable but it still completely removed my