AT THE SAME TIME
MICHAEL
The Elder's hands trembled as he set the heavy book on the desk. It landed with a thud that made my chest tighten. I could tell it was something important and something I was not going to like in first place.
"What… is that?" I asked, voice shaking.
His eyes softened, almost pitying.
"The chronicle of your life."He said.
I blinked.
"My… what?"I asked.
The Elder opened the cover, and my stomach dropped.
It wasn't just writing, it was me. Page after page. My childhood. My wandering. My nights are spent starving in the streets. The years I spent believing I was utterly alone laid bare in black ink. The sketches were worse. My small figure drawn sitting under bridges. Sleeping in alleys. My wolf curled around me when I cried myself to sleep. My throat closed up. My wolf whined, pressing into me, claws scratching at my heart.
"They… they were watching me?" My voice cracked.
