Rogue Wolf - Pure Silver series

Moon Twenty

Moon Twenty

As I rode to Nana Shima’s my heart was pounding hard behind my clothes. My typical jacket, my blue shirt with two black stripes (one of the only patterned things I own) and my flesh and muscle.

Why am I so worked up? I wondered as the caravan park came into view.

I soon parked and hurried to the fireplace, there was no fire but instead was the short figure sitting by it, weaving a basket.

“You want to speak to me about your quest,” she said as I came close to her. I paused, glanced around before sitting down.

“Well you’re running out of time,” she suddenly added, finishing a row. I froze.

What?

“What….Do you mean?” I asked swallowing beforehand.

“You want her back don’t you?” It was the first time since I’d visited again that she’d looked at me. Her face sent chills down by my spine the expression cold and cut to the chase.

She wasn’t kidding.

“Your enemy grows stronger with each passing day,” she told me going back to her arts and crafts, “if you’re going to have any hope of defeating the Sumanitu Taku then you need to assemble the four together as soon as possible.”

“I’ve tried,” I said exasperated, “but I haven’t had any hints or clues as to the whereabouts of the last one!”

“You need to stop looking,” she simply said. I frowned. She didn’t get it!

“But….That’s dumb as!”

“What’s dumb is how long it’s taken for you to find them,” she said looking up to the midday sky, “there has not been a full moon since you started to search and there won’t be one tonight.”

“So, it means that it’s still less than a month for me to find them,” I said (I knew little astronomical methods but it was something mum had taught me.)

“Time is not the concern Cole, it’s what happens in the time,” she said sternly placing her basket down and slowly turning all her body towards me. I heard her back crack.

“You’ve been too busy moping about her. Haven’t you?”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous!” I retaliated, “I’ve slacked off on school work, barely seen any of my few friends for this goose chase!”

“Your feelings for her have slowed you,” she told me. I jumped at this.

What is she on about? Crazy old bat!

“Forget about her and focus on finding the last one.” This infuriated me but the last thing I wanted was to continue the conversation so I grabbed my bag and in a huff I left, not turning back and glaring or growling because I knew it wouldn’t scare her like it did with other people.

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I had to talk to Jay, tell him that I needed him, for a reason.

He was with his gang of hooligans behind the school building at lunch. I knew they didn’t eat. I’d accidentally knocked a bag out of their hands and there was no lunch packed.

I was right to assume they would be vandalising the building, spraying ghastly blacks and reds in jagged lines across the brick wall.

I had made sure I was dressed to appear more intimidating (not that I wasn’t already), a black t-shirt, dark jeans, boots and my jacket. I walked confidently towards them, noting their hoods, bright blue, black, red, dark green and a familiar yellow.