"Oh, please, please let me go! I haven't done anything wrong! I don't know why I am here! Please!" She begged, fear and anxiety gushing from her pores. I could tell by the red welts on her wrists that she had been struggling for quite some time. The girl seemed shocked by my words, but instantly began straining harder against her bounds. There must be a reasonable explanation behind all of this charade.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned softly, a hint of a growl sliding through my teeth with the words. After all, my training consisted of hunts of small animals and symbols, not humans.
#The dark prophecy summary chapter 9 to 12 skin
The male's dark skin didn't glisten of sweat like the girl's did, and he didn't smell of fear, but of guilt.Ĭircling them slowly, I couldn't decide what my next move should be. Both seemed eerily familiar, a pang of remorse running through my consciousness. It was like looking at night and day - the female, pale and blonde, terrified beyond words, and the male, who simply hung his head as if he knew he were defeated. not much of a hunt." I whispered softly, looking at the female who strained against her bounds and breathing heavily. I looked them over slowly, noting their features - or the features I could make out as their faces were generally covered by rose colored blindfolds. The two figures were confusing to me and ultimately, I was mortified. I tip toed closer to the figures, careful in my movements not to make a noise that would signal my presence. Warmth and pain enveloped me as I forced myself out of my lupine form, curiosity getting the better of me. Had they been driving me in this direction this entire time? Or was it truly my instincts that lead me to find these people? I looked around me, straining my ears to listen for the steps of Lignum who had been following me to this point. I now understood what was making me feel so tense as I ran, but my instincts lead me toward the fear instead of turning tail and running in the opposite direction.Ī wave of nausea overtook me as I realized what the scene in front of me was meant to be: my prize. I slowed to a stop at the edge of the area, exhaustion slowly creeping over me as I took in the scene of two figures knelt between two trees, tied and dirty and oozing panic from their core. The smell was overpowering now, filling my nostrils with sweat and fear. I followed the scent to an oddly dense area of the forest. It was sour smelling, almost like a dead animal, but not quite. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me with all the excitement. I shifted my eyes across the thick forest in front of me, trying to catch another glimpse of the shadowed figure, but they were gone. It was as if this person's feet were floating just above the damp ground. The speed of this figure was unlike anything I had seen during my training. Of course, my Pack was somewhere nearby, but this was not the same. It was meant to create a bond with my Pack that was stronger than nothing else - and test my loyalty to my family.Ī glimpse of a moving shadow caught the corner of my eye, causing a shiver to run down my spine. It seemed easy enough on paper, but the actual task was rumored to be more than just a test of speed, wit, and devotion. Return the prize (whatever it may be) to the Pack. I just had to past a test to prove my destiny. I would be the first in nearly a century and it was a lot to live up to. It was rare to have a female as the face of power, but not unheard of. I was the only born pup to the Pack leaders of Lignum meaning, I was born to be the next leader for my generation. This wasn't necessarily something I wanted to do with my life, but it was not open for discussion. I was born to be the leader of the next generation of Wolves - I had been training for it since I could walk. But fear was not something that I thought I would encounter during my test. I could hear the patter of cushioned paws behind me, digging into the Earth and the smell of something that confused me: fear.ĭesperation, I could understand. I was calculating every move, focusing on keeping my thoughts on purely instinct so that they couldn't use my training against me and predict my next moves. Although I was completely exhausted from running, my brain was hot wired and moving a million miles a minute. My father's Pack was looking for me and I swore I would allude them until they gave up the search. My legs had started to burn hours ago, but the test was not yet completed. Wind whipped my face, drying out my eyes as I ran through the dense forest. " Often the test of courage is not to die, but to live."
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