thoplets of water fall down on my b
They are dow, at fret just a drizzle. You the fartening, dies and the swell to the dude was going to The cold breeze be my face, conting through me. 1 wrap my arms wound myself, put my offer, and coutime to move forward. I’ve been walking for hours, and 1 still haver dywed out what the fuck so do.
Once 14 the manor and made it out, 1 was on an unkown wet with dwwwbone wood’t really familiar with it took me a long time before 1 was on a bus that headed north, out of their town and womenbare danger
The bus ride felt long enough but once the ended too, 1 was out in another place that 1 had no ides dout. There weren’t matry cars out on the street so 1 didn’t have an option other than walking,
A lot
it’s been hours now, and there’s no sign of the walking stopping anytime soon. I walk on the side of the road, a road that stretches for miles and miles, and there are no bus stops in the distance. There’s nothing, just a lot of forest land surrounding me.
1 halt on my steps when I hear another car behind me. Turning around, I see a small gray sedan driving Quickly, my hand goes up in the air, thumb up. It’s a futile attempt. 1 need someone to give me some kind of direction Something
It was stupid to leave without a phone.
There was a lot that I didn’t consider but I was so caught up in leaving, in that moment, that the idea of grabbing a cell phone didn’t cross my mind.
The car is near enough and I pray for it to stop for a second but it doesn’t. It flies past me as if it’s seen nothing. And that’s exactly what the previous one did.
Maybe, they don’t want to stop. Maybe, it’s just not safe. It was foolish of me to raise my thumb anyway.
With the dark clouds, it becomes even colder now. The wind feels a little harsh, too.
And a raindrop falls on my forehead again.
Another one on my arm.
1 groan a little and continue. I try to not look at the sky or what is coming my way, but it’s getting colder, faster.
My bag strap slips off my shoulder, making it drop down to my forearm. I roll it back over, pulling at the material. I try to distract myself by thinking about anything other than what I’m going to do, where I will stay for the night or where I’ll be by the morning.
It is a terrible feeling–to be a human after being a wolf for so long.
If I was one right now, I could just let her out and let her take control. She’d take me somewhere safe, keep me warm, and keep me full. But as a human, I have nothing.
No, nothing at all. Not even myself. My body and my brain are fighting each other. My mind wants to keep walking while my legs ache with every step. My stomach twists with hunger, my arms shiver with the cold, and I try my best to ignore all of these signals. But it gets more and more difficult to ignore it.
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Something crosses from the corner of my eyes, and I don’t take it in immediately. It takes me a moment before funt my head to the right to see a wolf on the opposite side of the road.
A wolf. In the wild.
He’s looking straight at me, tail wagging. I slowly stop again and take a closer look at him. He’s in the distance but I can will see him. And he can see me.
What the hell?
I recognize him. It doesn’t take me long, but I do. And when I do, I start running immediately.
He knows I know who he is, and he starts in my direction, jumping across the road. I try my best to move faster than I already am, despite the pain in my calves. It feels like the air isn’t going into my lungs. My vision blurs from the rain which keeps getting faster.
I run straight into the forest, leaving the roadside. He–Ezra, follows me straight into the forest like the wild wolf he in As f turning me into a human wasn’t enough for him. As if doing all he did wasn’t enough.
Sweat and rainwater drip down my face, soaking the rest of me completely. I try not to stumble or trip, but at one point, I do, and when I do, my leg scratches across a branch or something sharp. Blood seeps out. I turn and look around at him. who’s inching closer and closer.
Until-
He’s flung across the ground, away from me. His body is taken back and slammed into a tree by another wolf that towers over him. I know immediately it’s Aron. I recognize the black beast. Even with my blurry sight, it’s him.
I watch for several moments–watching as his claws come down on Ezra. He tries to attack Aron back. I watch as Ezra goes to bite, to claw. He fails in his attempt to hurt Aron back. It turns messy and ugly soon.
Aron goes straight to his throat, and Ezra yelps out, almost like the cry of a little puppy, before he rips his throat and parts it open, killing him instantly.
I sit on my knees and watch.
There’s blood in the mud. Blood that mixes and gets washed away in a minute by the rain. I stay there, my palm flat against the damp soil, just trying to get a grip.
There are cars that come from behind, from where Aron probably did. The screeching halts my thoughts, the sounds are of different vehicles. One after one, until they all come to stop.
I barely register who’s there or what they are all saying.
All I see is the wolf that had been haunting me for so long and now dead. Just dead. I can’t believe it. I don’t think I want to. But the sight before my eyes tells me it is real.
“Here, take this,” Kovas offers me a coat as he gets out of the car. He blocks my view entirely and I no longer see Aron or Ezra’s lifeless wolf. “Be careful. Don’t fight with him.” He mutters, but I can barely hear the last of it since the rain falls harder.
I wrap the coat around myself before getting off the ground. Kovas leaves my side just as I see Aron walking out of the tree line in his human form. Although, he doesn’t look very—human.
He marches toward me as if I’m the next one to get my head severed, “I told you—”
“Aron,” I cut him off before he starts. “I was trying to-”
“No,” he steps closer. “No fucking shit. I told you to come to me. To stay in your fucking room. Not to leave like a thief in the
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night.” He snaps.
“1-
“I have killed men for less, He doesn’t let me talk. I take a step backward, but it feels as if the ground is crumbling beneath
- me.
“I was scared of your mom. She told me things”
“And?”
“And I didn’t want you to deal with me any longer
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He corners me to the tree, “I decide how long I can deal. Not you. Not anyone. I paid for you, so I’ll keep you for as long as I wish.”
His eyes, are different. Dark. His voice, too. It’s too obvious. He’s furious. He’s barely holding his control together.
“I was just going to be another problem-”
“You are a problem.” He cuts in again. He’s standing so close. So close that I can feel him. Feel the fury in his bones. It vibrates. “A big fucking problem. But I’ll fucking deal with you until I’m sick of you, and then, maybe I’ll let you go
I stare. A single drop of rain falls on his hair and slides over his skin. Over his nose, to his lips. I don’t speak.
I’m unable to.
“Until then, you don’t make the choice of leaving.”
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