The creature snarls once more, expanding its nostrils as a gust of warm breath sweeps past my hair.
“What are you?” I enquire, my voice little, even childlike.
It merely snarls in reply, and I ultimately compel myself to gaze upward, recoiling upon discovering a substantial grey-blue wolf mere feet away. My gaze intertwines with its sapphire irises, entranced in a manner I lack the fortitude to disrupt. For an extended duration, we remain fixed in our stares, neither of us shifting an inch.
I moisten my parched lips and, with a quavering voice, enquire, “Who are you?”
“Devina,” she responds in a silken voice. “Your wolf.”
Were my legs not so feeble, I would spring to my feet and leap in triumph. I possess a wolf!
Desirous of her presence, I extend my hand to caress her snout when, unexpectedly, she eludes my grasp, her form disintegrating into particles.
“No….. NOOOO!!” I exclaim as the exquisite grey wolf vanishes into a mist that swiftly envelops me, shrouding the white light in a veil of darkness.
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Aldo’s Perspective
“We located her,” Zen exhales into the phone. “The rogues discarded her body in a ditch. She is alive, albeit barely.”
I express my irritation. I instructed Zen and Marlon to tail Nina, as I suspected she was engaged in nefarious activities. Regrettably, she ventured into a forest infested with rogues, compelling Zen and Marlon to maintain a discreet presence, so preventing them from intervening in her reckless actions.
“Transport her to the pack hospital,” I command, “Ensure that she remains alive.”
Despite my desire for her demise, Nina is Laura’s sister, and she would never absolve me if I permitted her sister to perish.
“Laura…” I whisper, longing for the way her name flowed from my lips.
I reflect on the day we initially encountered one another.
Nina and I were acquainted at the University, having taken several classes together. Following a group project, we engaged in a s****l relationship practically weekly; however, I did not commit to her, as I was still in search of my partner.
One evening, a friend hosted a gathering at his residence, and I extended an invitation to Nina. She arrived accompanied by her exceedingly reserved sister, who appeared to prefer any other location. The sister refrained from engaging in conversation and followed Nina closely, resembling a lost puppy, attempting to persuade her to cease drinking. I found it remarkably endearing how she vigilantly safeguarded her sister’s beverage while Nina danced with various men. My curiosity was piqued as I o
Cain exclaimed, infatuated with the petite female seated alone at the bar.
I navigated through the throng until I was directly before her. Up close, I discerned every exquisite feature of her visage, her full lips and deep-set eyes. The intoxicating aroma of her skin nearly drove Cain to a primal state, and at that moment, I realised she was my Luna.
I could perceive her heart nearly falter when I sat beside her, despite her composed and indifferent exterior.
Most individuals attend parties for enjoyment, rather than remaining at the bar throughout the evening’, I jested.
“Indeed, most individuals are not compelled to attend parties by their inebriated sister to supervise her, are they?” she replies, casting me a disinterested glance.
“Who is your sister?” I enquire, being certain of the response.
“The individual presently engaging with two men,” she murmurs, gesturing towards her sister on the dance floor.
I nearly laughed but maintained my composure. “And who might you be?”
“Laura, though I am commonly referred to as Ricky,” she stated casually, clutching the drink in her hand as if her existence hinged upon it.
“I do not aspire to be like everyone else,” I remarked with a smile, seeing her diminutive stature. She stood approximately 5’2” and was exceedingly small.
“Tiny,” I remarked with a smirk. “I shall refer to you as Tiny.”
A sudden thought occurs to me, prompting me to seize my phone and contact my private investigator.
She was referred to as Ricky at that time!
“Indeed, Mr. Kye, how may I assist you?” the private investigator responds.
“I have approached this incorrectly,” I admonish myself. “Search for records of a woman named Ricky. The most recent documentation we possess indicates her presence in Whitewood just over four years ago, during which she was pregnant. She should now have a three-year-old child. Her occupation is likely within a hospital,” I note, recalling Laura’s completion of training as both an EMT and medical assistant prior to her becoming my Luna.
I can perceive the PI recording all of this information on the opposite side of the wire.
“I will investigate this matter for you and provide a comprehensive report within 72 hours,” the PI replies. “Have a good day, Mr. Kye.”
