Sacrificed Warrior のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The colorful shops, the bursting-to-the-brim coffee shops, the cars that hurriedly pass the avenue, and even the people themselves are fascinating. Everything feels so strange, so intense. It's tremendously hard to get used to seeing so many people. For years, all I could do was imagine the outside world, and now that I'm finally here, I can never let go. I'm mesmerized by the sky, how the clouds chase each other in a never-ending race, and how the sun displays itself so proudly.These people have the most magnificent miracle above their heads and do not glance up. They take these mundane things for granted, unaware of the unfortunate ones that would give anything to be this free. Instead, they look at the ground or their phones. Some are in such a rush that they don't see anything at all. So many saddened faces pass through me, and no one bothers to slow down.As I absorb the world around me, I vow that if I ever find myself safe, I'll stare at the sun every single day because every

Their arms stay wrapped around me for the longest time. It's strange to be in such proximity to other people. It took me months to allow Natalie to get near me, even more, to let her touch me; it was years before I let her hug me, but with them it's almost easy. It takes what seems like hours for the tears to dry from our eyes. Distance has its own way of destroying the soul, and the cracks in our bodies are already showing. When the two other people in the room become too much to ignore, we're forced to stand and separate. Alpha Jason is about my height and lean; from his frame, I'd never say he was the alpha of this pack. His body appears more prepared to sit behind a desk than to fight, but this, I know, is an illusion. To become a leader, he had to undergo a series of cruel tests, and brutal challenges. He was crafted to defeat all potential opponents. As I stare into his almond eyes, I sense the danger that lurks underneath. I remind myself that a fighter isn't only measured b

At exactly 4 p.m, I stand in front of the pack house, ready to be evaluated. Yesterday, passed by in a swirl of commotion, there's too much to do and improve. Now that I'm free, I can finally allow myself to think of other aspects of my life that were lacking. We discussed long and hard about my education and settled for a private tutor. It would be too humiliating to ingress in a public school when I don't know the basics. Adrian and Natalie taught me all they knew, but there's only so much you can do without the proper resources. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear as I wait for my opponent to arrive. My mother put her best efforts into my haircut, trying to make it more presentable; from the result, I'd never say this was her first try. Her gaze was on my tattoo the whole time, and even though she wanted to know more about it, she didn't ask. Devin strolls nonchalantly into the clearing dressed in loose grey pants, and a tight white shirt. I hope he feels more comfortable than

My eyes search the forest ahead with obsessive carefulness. Even in complete darkness, my vision is impeccable, so, when I catch sight of movement in a nearby tree, I rush to meet the intruder.I'm vaguely aware of Devin calling my name, but can't process that information above the roar in my head. It demands vengeance, it wants blood. I dash into the trees, and I can sense the urgency of my enemy. My legs strain against the effort of catching up to him, sidestepping a few tigs and fallen logs in the way.I follow the shadow of a man, chasing him wherever he takes me. He will not leave this territory alive. He's clumsy at best, tripping every few seconds. My heart jump starts in my chest when I crash against him, tackling him to the floor. His body cushions my fall still, the momentum reverberates in my body. I hear the trespasser whine beneath me. He struggles against me, but in vain."Do you have him?" Devin asks behind me. "Let me go," the man snaps. I smell the air as Devin help

I gasp for air as the last remains of sleep evaporate from my eyes. I sit upright on the bed while I gather my senses. I'm back in the bedroom Brian picked for me the night before, and yet, something appears different, there's danger lurking around every corner of this room, and I'm not safe.My body threatens to crumble as soon as my feet touch the cool tiles. I'm dizzy as my organism tries to eliminate the wolfsbane out of my system.I'm alone, for now. The clock on the bedside table informs me that barely an hour has passed since my trial began. As the events of the interrogation unfold behind my eyelids, anger rises deep within me. They were careless and inhumane, they could have killed me, and they would rule out my death as an accident.I grab my belongings in a flurry of movement; I won't stay here a second longer. I want to hit something, release the fury that I've been building since I left the hybrid's care. Most of all, doubt settles in, were the hybrids right? Have I been