Sarina is a world of beasts and Kings, werewolves who live in peace and harmony with each other, only warring with creatures they believe to be lesser than the wolf. This is what history books will tell you.
It could not be further from the truth...
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"So, what's the plan, Zinlea?"
I snarled as he used my name, not used to hearing the word. He raised an eyebrow, throwing his hands up in defense, almost mockingly.
It was barely morning, the sun just breathing down our necks, the wind cool. I closed my eyes, tilting my chin to the sky for a moment, reveling in the peace that dawn brought, ignoring Xavier.
"Zinlea?" A rumble echoed from the base of my throat, eyelids snapping open to glare at him angrily.
Man is so loud.
I took another deep breath, thinking of a way to properly communicate with him.
Hmm...I could always...
Without another sound between us, I stepped towards him, placing my hands on his shoulders.
Even though I was significantly shorter in stature, my demeanor and power could have any man kneeling at my feet if I truly desired.
Xavier flinched at the sudden contact, eyebrows furrowing as he stared at me.
"What- "
"Relax." The guttural word grated against my ears, mentally cringing at the horrid sound. He did as I said, muscles calming yet still tense with anticipation.
We can do this.
My eyes closed again, mind travelling deep into my subconscious. I could feel my power, bubbling with eagerness, as it sat unused in the dark depths of my soul. Reaching out with a hesitate mental hand, my fingertips passed through the black mass and a zap of electricity shot up my spine.
Goosebumps danced across my pale skin.
Xavier.
The power gurgled, its tendrils extending, testing the waters of my mind. It had been kept hidden for many years, afraid of the dangerous world of man. But now, its owner called it to one, to help.
Xavier.
The largest tendril disappeared into oblivion, my eyes darting around beneath my closed lids as it searched out the man.
Finally, the mass withdrew itself, holding a thick white thread gently within its grasp.
Xavier. Found.
I smiled, proud of myself. I was afraid that my mind had forgotten such simple tasks.
My mental hand reached out, grasping Xavier's thread, intertwining it with one of my own, a tight knot forming.
The man under my hold gasped, breath catching in his throat at the strange feeling prodding his mind.
"Hello, Xavier."
I opened my eyes when he did not respond, tilting my head in concern that I had made a mistake. Perhaps the bond was done improperly?
