They passed the waterfall and walked through a path in a flower garden. They then passed by a cherry garden and then a grape vineyard. Finally, they arrived at a mountainous area with small and large mountains. It was a greenland and was covered with trees and plants. Something caught Avril's attention. It was a tall stature of a man in the middle of the valley between about three mountains. The statue portrayed a broad chested man, shooting an arrow. He was shirtless and wore only a loose skirt that reached his knees. His hair was in a ponytail and he had a type of drawing on his shoulder. The drawing wasn't clear from the distance Avril and Dakar were at. “Is this place some sort of lost city?” she asked “Why do you ask?” “It doesn't look like a place that should be on a deserted island. It looks like a place that was once inhabited”&

  Lying down on a soft bed and staring into the smooth rock ceiling of what was now her room, Avril was lost in thought. Her conversation with Dakar during the afternoon was still playing through her head. So he was trapped on the island, cursed. And hoping she would break him out somehow. She had asked him how she was going to break his curse and he said he too was clueless. She had to figure that out on her own. In order words, they both were stuck on the island until she liberated them. “This is sick” she muttered and turned over on the bed, lying facedown. Soon she drifted off into the land of sleep and only work up hours later when she heard tappings on her door. She rubbed her eyes and looked out the open window, it was already dark. She stepped down from the bed and walked to the door. She opened it and stared at Dakar questioningly. “Sorry to distur

Chapter 15   A few seconds after Avril woke up, she heard footsteps that definitely belonged to Dakar, coming towards her door.    “What now?” she groaned and tossed in bed, not wanting to get out anymore. She hoped he was just walking around but her hope was dashed when she heard him knock. At first, she refused to answer and feigned sleep. But he kept knocking loudly and she reluctantly pronounced a yes. He had sharp hearing and he heard her. He pushed the door open and walked in holding one of Avril's clay trays.   “Morning! It's a bright day!” he mused and stood beside Avril's bed. She peeked at him with one eye and saw him holding the tray. She opened her eyes fully and raised a brow questioningly.   “Your breakfast, ma'am” he announced and lowered the tray so she could see the contents. It contained two plates covered with two other plates and a clay mug of Avril's invention.  

 Dakar knew exactly what had happened to her. She had received too much of his wolf vibes into her totally human body and her system couldn't cope. But what he didn't know was if it was going to wear off soon or won't wear off at all. What if it kills her, he asked himself.He took just two steps and was already by her side. Crouching down, he looked over her and carried her up. She seemed lighter than her normal self and his heart raced. Leaving his bow, arrows and the other baskets, he began to run back towards the mountain house. He would have ran faster on all fours but couldn't because she would fall off.As he ran, he got angrier with himself. He kept asking himself questions. Why couldn't he control himself? She was angry because he was hiding something and she had every right to.Why did he let Dojo out? He cared about Avril so much and didn't want to think about what could happen to her. He tried as much as he could to surpress the guilt an

“What is it?” Dakar snapped. Avril's eyes held horror in them and he looked behind him immediately but didn't see anything, not like he was expecting to. “Avril, are you okay?” he asked again.“It's your...your face. It's different” she stuttered.“Different? What do you mean by different?” “Uhm... Your eyes...er—they look a bit weird. Also your snout has turned shorter and your whole face is shrinking” she said. Dakar touched his face with his right paw. “Your paws are also getting slimmer and longer than before. Something's happening to you, Dakar. Are you okay? Do you feel good?” He purred and dropped his hand.“No. I don't” he answered.Avril dropped her fork and stared at him, waiting for more explanation of what was going on with him. “Every year,