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The Price of a Second Chance 219 – Naomi
I lifted him as I could. His body was light and heavy at the same time. I held him in my lap, resting my head between my shoulder and my chest, and felt the scent of mud, blood, and fur mixing with his smell. "Stay with me," I whispered. "Hold on, just a little longer." He breathed, a short sound.The branches scratched my legs, the boots slipped in the mud; in each fall, I held him as if holding the last piece of the world. There was no rush to take everything at once. When the skin rubbed with my hand, I felt trembling; when the forehead touched my shoulder, I almost fainted in relief.The stream stayed behind, and the trail went up. Every time I saw a clearing, my body reacted. Casper was not foolish; he would not give up.At one point, his chest sank against my body, and I felt his heart beat. I felt the ribs under my hand, the uneven heat, and started chanting small, simple things to keep humanity there. The breath faltered, and for a second, his eyes trembled as if they wanted t
The Price of a Second Chance 218 – Naomi
The silence after the howling was the worst kind of noise. I was kneeling for too long, trying to understand if he was still close or if it was just the forest fooling me.I stood up slowly, my legs shaking. Likewise, I couldn’t stop there. The ground showed the trail of escape. He was hurt. It was his territory. Even without seeing, I felt. He guided me. "You can’t be far away," I murmured, not noticing that he was speaking out loud. The sound of my own voice made me shudder.I walked as the ground began to descend. The smell became stronger there, and the air was warmer. It was strange. The sound of the water reached me first. The stream. It always came back there.When I got close, I saw the blood trail mixed with the water. I stood still for a moment, my chest clenching. "You’re listening to me, aren’t you?" I asked. Nothing was answered. Only the sound of the current. I took another step. The ground gave slightly under the feet, and something shone near the shore.The wind blew l
The Price of a Second Chance 217 – Naomi
The smell of burning iron guided me. Even from a distance, I already knew that something had gone wrong. The forest was too quiet. I walked with my heart beating fast, my feet sinking into the wet earth. With each step, the smell of blood became stronger. I recognized that smell, even mixed with others. It was his. It was Lancelot.When I came out of the trees, the house appeared in front of me, half swallowed by the mist. The windows were open, and the wind made the curtains slam hard. The feeling was one of abandonment, but I knew it wasn’t that long. He had been there. I could feel it. The wood was stained. I touched the surface, and dried blood stuck to my fingers. Still warm enough to tell me it wasn’t even an hour.The door was ajar. I pushed carefully. The inside smelled of iron, sweat, and gunpowder. I entered. The floor had marks, deep scratches that cut through the wooden floor. I followed the trail to the corridor. Every step hurt. Every memory, too.When I got to the basem
The Price of a Second Chance 216 – Lancelot
The run to the house was a blur. The forest moved around me as if breathing with me. When I saw the familiar shadows of my home, the feeling was almost one of relief. Almost.The back door was ajar, the wind swinging the curtains. I entered in silence, my heart still racing. The ground creaked under my feet, the smell of wood mixed with my own blood. Everything there seemed too small to contain what I had become. The beast hated walls. The man needed them. It was the man who won by a few minutes. I staggered to the basement, where the transformation chamber waited.I went in, my body heavy, and closed the gate behind me. The sound of the iron snapping was like a reminder of who I was. I had built that place to contain myself, and now I was back to the starting point. The cycle repeated itself, only worse. I lay on the cold floor, trying to breathe slowly. Every breath was accompanied by pain and heat. The body was throbbing, the complete transformation oscillating between the inevitab
The Price of a Second Chance 215 – Lancelot
I woke up to the sound of my own breath. My whole body hurt. For a moment, I did not understand where I was. I only saw the forest moving slowly, the gray sky in the morning, and the smell. The smell was everything. I tried to get up, but the body did not respond as before. The legs obeyed differently, the weight was distributed incorrectly, and when I tried to support my hands, I realized the mistake. The nails had turned into claws, short, sharp, and dirty with blood. I touched my face and felt the muzzle still incomplete, the skin stretched, the jaw caught between two forms. Half man. Half wolf. Neither was it entire yet.The head throbbed. The memories came in disjointed flashes: her voice calling my name, the sound of the rifle being armed, and the scream that came out of me before everything was extinguished. And then, nothing. Now, only the emptiness.I tried to remember what made me stop. Run. I shouldn’t have run. The instinct was to return, to finish what had been started,
The Price of a Second Chance 214 – Lancelot
Pain came before consciousness. First, like a snap in the bones, then like a warm tide, crossing flesh, skin, and mind. I felt everything—every piece moving in the wrong place, every muscle trying to run away from its own shape. The world turned, and the only thing that remained real was the smell. I heard voices, distant, diluted in fever. Someone said my name. A familiar voice, soft and desperate. Naomi. I tried to answer, but the tongue did not obey. The jaw hurt as it grew and displaced. The sound that came out was not human. It was a hoarse grunt, a failed attempt to remember who I was.The skin burned. It was as if my body wanted to tear itself to escape. The heart beat so fast that it hurt. I felt the veins throbbing, the blood coursing through my body with an absurd speed.The voices became closer. A cold order, a hot plea. Casper and Naomi. The two forces that have always divided me are opposite and inevitable. One is trying to erase me; another is anchoring me. But the body
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