Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Matching the dismal containment cell, the little patch of sky Tilla had once compared to Luther’s vivid blue eyes took on a forlorn gray color. Its somber shade almost indistinguishable from the walls of the cell, it was counted as just another stone amongst the many others that surrounded her that day. The window placed safely out of her reach, serving as a reminder that freedom was merely a happy delusion she had previously enjoyed. Tilla could no longer derive any comfort from its subtle presence in the cell after having endured nearly two weeks of relentless interrogations at the hands of Commanding Officer Swelhelm. Interactions with the Officer, remaining predictably repetitive and painful experiences. Tilla still preferred these encounters compared to the days where she was allowed to rot in her prison. Since it was these days of solitude that she was left to confront the haunting voices that accompanied her within the cell. Unable to shake the feeling of another presence invad

No time for her to gracefully sweep away the webs of sleep that still clung to her eyes, Tilla sat starkly upright upon the forest floor. Peering out into the obscure light of a late rising sun, she could see the gleaming orbs of their eyes observing them as they circled. The beasts’ formidable size and imposing presence became more pronounced with each step. Their motions slow and measured as they sized up the bare skinned pair in the midst of the forest. Tilla glanced towards her companion with great uncertainty as the sound of their heavy paws crept increasingly closer. Hunched protectively in front of her in his Lycan form, Luther stood guard against the hoard of wolves. His attention, not wavering from the pack that had encompassed them. Tilla flinched as she heard his clear address enter into her mind unexpectedly. ‘Don’t move.’ he warned. Pausing to survey the remarkable stature of the wolves, who nearly rivaled Luther’s impressive build. Tilla still chose to defy his instr

Oblivious towards their solemn mood, the birds continued to chirp happily in the treetops. Their song, carried to them by a pleasant breeze, the vibrant winged beasts hopped carelessly from the limbs of the surrounding trees. Their merriment, the sole noise that seemed to penetrate the pair’s thoughts as they progressed further from Mater Luna territory. There was no conversation between them, only unanswered questions.The world around them, completely impartial to the experiences of their tumultuous journey thus far and the agitation of the pair’s emotions, Tilla almost felt resentful towards it as they continued to walk.The thick carpet of moss and leaves upon the forest floor, giving way underfoot in a manner that made Tilla doubt even her steps. She forced herself to trudge forward in the direction that the sun and the stars dictated as she contemplated the consistent mess of upheavals that seemed to rule their lives. The uncertainty recent events had instilled in her in regard

The fire, spewing a flurry of golden embers as it consumed another mossy log that had been thrust into its seductive flames. There was a popping and hissing that burst forth that accompanied the conversation of the people who had been drawn to surround its heat. Their faces illuminated by the flames that sprung up from the pit, they cast grim shadows upon the wearied complexions of the strangers as they spoke.Their tales full of the tragedy and anguish, which had led them to inhabit this remote part of the woods, Tilla listened stoically from where she sat. Sequestered to the less occupied perimeter of the communal fire, where only a vague fragment of its light could reach her. Stories of the atrocities the Red Witch and her soldiers had committed, were carried towards her on an amicable breeze. Whilst some unpleasant memories of the bloodshed and wreckage they had witnessed were recounted tearfully; there were others who expressed a hot anger towards the world’s injustice and the vi

Their decision made, Luther and Tilla trudged towards the throng of approaching looters. Discerning that the element of surprise had been lost, there was no digression about the couple’s movements in the darkened forest. Twigs and leaves crunching underfoot to announce their advance, these vague rustlings were soon drowned out by the thundering rhythm of hooves and the thud of heavy boots that charged towards the camp.The sound of the invaders’ progress punctuated by Luther’s paws as they beat out a steady canter upon the ground. The chaotic percussion resonated within Tilla. Found to be both simultaneously unsettling and exhilarating, the cacophony of noise hummed a familiar war chant deep in her chest. Feeling that this was not the first time for this curious surge of dread and anticipation to pound against her chest, Tilla was urged forward by the fever it excited within her. Exasperated that the very thing she had been trying so desperately to expunge from her mind was not to be