Therian

Chapter 5

  "This isn't my element."

  "It's mine."

  "Just keep a weather eye open for the Pilgrim. Gideon calculates a 97% chance that she will attack your younger self at this exact time and place." Rip explained, and I listened to the men talking through the earpiece I had.

  "Young Rory's not in there." Sara coughed.

  "But we found his parents. They're dead." Jax added.

  "Where the Hell is he?"

  "Logan, have you found anything?"

  "Not yet, but I've picked up a trail. He definitely made it outside."

  "Where are you?"

  "Out back- Wait, I see him."

  "I'm coming around." Ray replied. "Don't approach him, we don't want him to run."

  "I would never run." Rory scoffed.

  "We'll see about that." I mumbled, crawling through the tall grass while keeping an eye on the teenager sitting and watching the burning house.

  "What do you mean by that?" Rory's tone shifted. "Logan, what do you mean by that?" I didn't answer him as I poked my snout out of the tall grass right beside the boy.

  "Oh, shi-" His shout was cut off by Ray firing at a woman a few yards away.

  "Hold on!" Ray snatched the boy up and dropped him onto my back before hopping on behind him. "Hi-ho, Silver! Away!" I lowly growled a warning but ran back towards the ship as fingers tangled into my fur to hold on. "I've always wanted to say that."

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  "You ever try something like that again and I'll-"

  "I know, I'm sorry! It was in the heat of the moment since the Pilgrim was right there." Ray made a sheepish face while waving his hand.

  "I'm not a fuckin' horse!"

  "Come on, you gotta admit that was pretty cool, though. Right?"

  "I'd throw you off this ship if we weren't moving."

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  "Why am I left to babysit them?"

  "Because, logically, you would be the last of us targeted due to you and your family sharing the same ability to shape-shift into beasts. More planning and preparation would have to go into retrieving you."

  "Goodness." I sighed while rubbing my temples before turning to the duo in the cargo bay.

  "So....who are you?" Young Sara had her arms crossed as she was giving me a skeptical look.

  "A werewolf!" Young Rory grinned, making me heavily sigh again.

  "Werewolves aren't real."

  "I saw it. He turned into this massive-"

  "I'm not a werewolf. Werewolves don't have horns, okay?"

  "Then what the Hell are you?"

  "I'm a therian."

  "A 'therian'? That sounds so made-up." Sara scoffed.

  "Alright, kiddies, gather round and sit down, you're about to get educated." I waved my hands, but the two just stared at me. Blinking, I showed my beast eyes while lowly growling, and they quickly took a seat on a couple of cargo trunks. "Good. Now, a therian is an ancient race of humanoid that appears in many cultures throughout history. They've been believed to be a myth by the general public, but clearly, they aren't, but whatever. Anyways, therians have the ability to shape-shift into animals, or 'beasts', depending on the lineage they come from. The 'beast' therians, like myself, are a rarity due to us not having a specific animal we shape-shift into."