As Rum danced through the corridor, he practically radiated energy, the book titled 'READ' clutched in his hands.
He couldn't resist the urge to hand it off to Abdo before making his way over to where Alpha stood. A playful grin spread across his face as he winked at the expressionless, green-haired man.
At that moment, Alpha knew disgust.
Casting a glance at Abdo, Hunter asked, "So, are we just supposed to know what the five dreams are?"
Abdo gave a slight nod, "I expect you to at least have basic knowledge."
Hunter lunged towards Abdo, ready to unleash an unrestrained attack. But before he could act, he felt a firm grip on his arms—someone had restrained him from behind.
Turning to face his captor, he met the playful gaze of Rum, who chuckled while maintaining his hold. "Sorry," Rum said with a tinge of regret, "but I can't let you hurt Abdo."
With a flutter of pages, Abdo opened the yellow book and let it rest on the table, his focus steady but searching.
"Let's say these dreams are our biggest hurdle right now," Abdo remarked, his gaze flickering towards some unseen detail on the 'artwork' in front of him as he pointed in Dove's direction, still fixated on the literary creation laid out before them.
"Well, there's a dream in that girl's body".
Then he pointed to the animal, now grabbing the book and facing her.
A smile crept on his face.
"Lan CANdola, consistent.".
Fallen Woods, Thread of Ridge. Alpha's Bedroom
Lan didn't like what he was seeing.
His ear twitched as he raised his hand to scratch it, his pack of wolves approaching him. He took comfort in their presence, enjoying how they loved to settle at his feet, even on days he thought were joyful; it was as if they sensed his silent cries for help.
But today, he didn't need assistance.
Instead, he found himself pondering why she hadn't come back to him. She had left him.
It was astonishing how quickly that moment had turned into a mere memory, it could rival the speed of light.
He rested his head on his arms, which were draped over his lap.
"A she-wolf!" he thought fervently. "A SHE WOLF!!" He stifled a scream, not wanting to upset his wolves. He could hear their quiet chatter, unaware that he was listening in.
"What's happening to Master?"
"He met a girl and transformed her into a wolf."
"Doesn't turning humans into wolves bring him joy?"
"I don't get it either. He hasn't said a word."
"I hope I never see her here; otherwise, she'll end up as dinner."
"Do not be too harsh, young one".
"Who are you calling young?"
Lan wanted to know why she left, and the wolves wanted to know if she would be dinner.
Lan clutched the sheets tightly, pondering whether he could steal even a moment of rest.
He longed tocapitalisee on the fleeting minutes at his disposal. He might not have been poor, but the gulf between not poor and rich was still long.
So, he drowned in luxury whenever the chance arose.
As he glanced at the wolves, he mused, "I know the owner of this huge mansion, goodness gracious, he's rich. Should we take this house, I'm surehe can afford another".
The wolves responded with eager barks, and Lan chuckled, placing a finger to his lips as memories danced in his mind of the woman he had met.
"She had been searching for someone. She inquired if I had spotted a girl with brown eyes and chestnut hair wandering these woods," he reminisced, hoping to keep his wolves engaged.
He loved telling them stories.
But it was too late; the wolves, now aware he had returned to the subject of the 'female he had transformed into a wolf,' retreated with every word, each hoping to tumble down the stairs and find an excuse to escape his tale.
"I know strength when I see it, " he continued, "That girl had it all."
He fell to the bed, smiling at the starry rooftop, "I wanted to make her a wolf, but she seemed confused, asking me to let her be".
"So I had to do it forcefully, just a tap on her shoulder".
He tapped a finger on his head, "She left me with a swollen skull, and an accusation.
He coughed, trying to imitate a girly voice, "Don't touch me you cree-".
"That was the last thing she said,
Before she fell to her knees, ".
Abdo's Library
My eyes felt heavy.
I placed my hands on my eyes, trying to reduce the feeling of two bags on my eyes.
The air around me was infused with the fresh aroma of new books—a scent that captivated you long before you even began to read. Yet, I wasn't clutching a book while I slept, so how come
As I fully opened my eyes, I noticed Hunter, Alpha, and two other guys engaged in conversation. Hunter pointed at the one with the striking dark-blue eyes, exclaiming, "I knew it! You're the dancing ghost I saw!"
I scrutinised my body, searching for reassurance of its reality. No longer did I feel the shadow that had once controlled me. I had been certain I was close to death.
A surge of anger washed over me, directed at both Alpha and Hunter for their slow response after giving me that stupid earpiece.
But beneath it, I felt the urge to cry.
I tried to hold in the tears, determined not to reveal my vulnerability. Back in those woods, I had feared for my life, convinced that the shadow would use me until I was of no use again.
Then he would show me the afterlife.
I thought I would never see anyone again.
Family, friends, and even the two idiots I had just come to know.
I got up quickly, my hands reaching for the table for support. I barely grasped it, but someone helped me get a steady grip on it, A young man.
He had black eyes, black hair, and sorcerer-like clothes on him.
He helped me stand erect, letting go once I was okay.
"Don't try standing once you wake up, sit down for a bit".
I wanted to nod, but someone turned me to the right, not giving me a chance to appreciate him.
Hunter held my shoulders, gripping them to turn me towards him.
"Your grip", I hissed at the pain, "It's too tight!"
He let go quickly, attempting to massage the area.
"Sorry".
He looked at me, concern in his eyes. "Are you okay? Do you feel like making your blood an arrow and shooting it at me till I die?"
"No", I answered, "But thanks for the idea".
Hunter grabbed my hands, pulling me closer to him.
Then he hugged me.
"Ew, Cringy. You two should have dapped it up and spared yourself some aura". The dark blue-eyed one said, He talked too much to be honest.
The one who helped me up closed the book in his hands, keeping it on the counter. "I can't tell you two more, till you prove your motives are pure".
Rum raised his hands, "I know, I know!".
The black-haired one leaned his arm on that blue-eyed guy's shoulders, "What is it now?"
"Introduction! Let's get to know ourselves!"
"Introduction?"
"Introduction?"
"Introduction?"
"Introduction?"
I didn't know what they were talking about and my eyes travelled around, stopping at the sight of someone.
That was when I noticed her, sitting on the floor, next to my previous position.
She was still Chanel, but whenever I looked at her claws, I felt the same way.
She was not my sister, at least not the one I knew.
But I also felt that thought was wrong, and that it was the opposite.
Maybe I was right about both thoughts.
"What's the use of introductions?", the black-haired one added, commenting on the blue-eyed one's idea. "They'll all die anyway".