Broken Wings [Completed!]

Chapter 15

The bow glided across metallic strings, releasing music so soft that Adeline could almost forget the storm raging around her; she was at peace, the peace was her, and there was nothing else. When she had done with her piece, she cracked an eye open, relishing in the lingering sensation her music had always brought with it - the steam left behind on an old train.

Her melody she had just played was tinged with a melancholic tone, despite the fact her awakening celebration would be tomorrow. Placing her violin back at her case, even though her fingers still longed for the all-familiar wood that made up her instrument, she sat back on her bed and stared at the white plastered wall.

What would she turn into tomorrow? A werewolf, a vampire, a faerie, a mermaid? She wished she could stay as a Hellion, but the lion inside of her roared inside its cage, craving freedom. Tomorrow, she would leave behind her family she had stayed so long with – Remy, Logan, Evira. She looked upwards. Jasper, somewhere up there, would have hated what she has become. In her past life, she was dictated by rigid instructions, protected by a coil that was her brother. Now he was gone...

The door knob turned. Blonde hair, blue eyes – a striking resemblance to Jasper... but his small scar on his cheeks brought her back to reality. This was not the caring, protective Jasper, but a werewolf of teeth and claws that would not hesitate to kill young Hellions.

His eyes dipped, like a puppy waiting for instructions. Adeline swallowed hard. A werewolf was in her room, defenceless. She could kill him easily – her knife was strapped to her side, and she had easy access to a gun beneath her bed. But this werewolf had saved her, didn't he?

Her voice was quiet, "Euo's in the opposite room if you want to annoy her further."

Axel chuckled, although it was more of a deep rumble in his throat. "Annoy her? Gee, and I thought I was being nice."

"Storming up into our institute and tricking her into thinking I was in danger? Sure, werewolf."

"Werewolf? Surely I deserve a better title than that, seeing as I was the one who saved you?"

The werewolf paused before hesitantly sitting on the floor beside the bed. "Doesn't it get a bit stuffy in here?"

Adeline, now intrigued, raised an eyebrow. "What are you suggesting... my saviour Axel?"

Axel grinned, showing his sharp canines. Yet Adeline didn't feel a jolt in her chest, or a chill at the sight. There was something off, but still familiar about him. She followed Axel's gaze outside the window. It was now pitch black except from crackling fires littered on the floor, flickering on and off similar to dark rooms in horror films that Remy forced Adeline to watch.

"Lioness, have you ever tried riding a motorcycle?"

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Parked right outside the institute was a dangerous looking red motorcycle, scratched with a large claw mark. The paint was peeling off, but Adeline still stared in awe and scrambled on the back seat immediately. Axel offered her a helmet, but putting it on and getting ready for the ride seemed like a blur until the engine revved up the two silhouettes zoomed away.

Wind punching at her face, Adeline had to shout to be heard. She knew it was quite idiotic of her to be following a stranger around on a motorcycle, but she needed a change of scenery desperately. The fireballs at her feet became a long, furious streak and time seemed to be an endless cycle. Adeline spread out her arms and leaned backwards, laughing in delight.

"Are you crazy? That's dangerous!" Axel shouted.

"We're already dead – what can hurt us?"

"You're freaking crazy," he muttered, yet still stomped on the gas.