All Chapters of The Wolf's Call (Book 1): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I don't go back to sleep after my nightmare. It feels like the smoke is still in my lungs and the fire is still dancing on my skin.I slip out from my bed and sit by the window, watching the sky go from ink black to purple and then orange as the sun rises.I can hear the campus stir to life, the low chuckles from other dorms, the drowsy chatter that follows, the sharp ringing of alarm clocks and the frustrated grunts that always follow.I thought this hyper sensitivity was a one day thing. You know, when your body glitches or when a spell has been casted on you but it fades overnight?Well, it's still here this beautiful morning.There's also this feeling –grief– that woke up with me since my nightmare. It's quiet in my head, but it's also sad.Well, the dream was a sad one. Husband and wife both dead and the baby? Who knows?My parents said I had always suffered from night terrors. Since I was younger than I remember. I only started remembering the dream when I was eight? I think.Th

"But at the end of the day," my mind's tone drops low and teasing, "you will never stop wanting him. It's just the way of his world."I halt mid step, my crocs crunching against the gravel path that curls behind the dormitory."His world?" I whisper, glaring at nothing and everything all at once. "What do you even mean by that? What world?"I resume my steps, embracing the chilly silence of the night, while trying not to look the slightest bit crazy just incase anyone awake is watching me from their window.I do it sometimes, so it's only normal to assume someone also enjoys watching people stroll at night.There's a laugh in my head, low and teasing, but not in a mocking way. "The world you already belong to."I halt in my steps again. "Already belong to? Like I was initiated?""Something like that.""Like a cult??"There's a low chuckle. "Why do you always think about the negatives? What do you mean cult?"I kick a pebble in front of me and resume walking again. "It's beginning to s

The gravel crunches under Ethan's tires as we pull into the long driveway. Just seeing the massive three storey in front of me and I'm more tired than I've felt in the last three weeks. "Home sweet home." I pump my fists in the air, earning a scoff from Ethan. "I forgot how much I missed this place," he tries to smile, but it falls through his lips like sand down a drain. The nostalgia of our childhood here is one thing, the memories of it is another. Those memories, sometimes aren't to be missed. They are to be buried deep and forgotten. "Let's go," Ethan says to me, finally succeeding to put up a smile. We barely step out of the car when another car pulls in behind us. I know that silver sedan anywhere I see it. My heart melts and the little girl in me almost makes it to the surface. The door to the car opens hastily and the scent of home hits me. “Olivia?” My mom’s voice carries across the driveway. She looks smaller somehow, but her face lights up like the sun when she se

I stir awake to the sound of hushed voices.For a second, I think I'm still dreaming, but then I recognize the voices. My parents. Their words drift into my half conscious mind and it carries my attention."Her nightmares are back, my love," my dad is saying. "I felt her trembling last night. She was terrified in a way she has never been before.""I didn't think we'd be back here. Not after all these years. There was a trigger." My mother's voice is softer, and closer. I feel soft hands rubbing my hair in a soothing manner.Well, that explains why her voice sounds closer."I think we should put her back in therapy," my dad presses. "Before this gets out of hand and actually begins to affect her waking life. We can't let what happened before happen again."Therapy?Fuck no, I hated that shit. I remember the boring room, sitting alone with the boring woman with a creepy smile, who asked me the same questions for years.My mom sighs and her fingers pause in my hair. "Ethan said he thinks

I don't try to go back to sleep. No, not with what just happened.What i thought was another nightmare apparently wasn't. There was a creeping shadow in my room. A solid one."I think you should go over to Ethan's apartment," my mind suggests. "Anywhere to be far from here."There's something in my mind's voice. Something that's deeper than fear, and it seeps into my bones.My instincts are also screaming at me to leave this room right this instant. Though the cloying scent has cleared up the air, there's still this oppressive feeling in the room. One that screams at me to leave right this instant.And that is precisely what I do.Although, unlike what my mind says, I don't have plans to go over to Ethan's. No, I'm not about to walk in on my friends doing God knows what, and I would really hate to interrupt.Instead, I'm going to find Zeke.I need answers. And I need all of them.I can't let a random guy waltz into my life and bring his chaos along with him without even a damn explan