Aeloria: The Double Life of a Silver Fang

Chapter six Aeloria

As we hiked through the dense forest, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone were watching us, silence is the only thing that can be heard besides the crunch of twigs and leaves beneath our feet, it echoed through the forest as Tal, Ober and I made our way towards the Order of the Silver Fangs' campsite.

My heart began to race, pounding in my chest like a drumbeat, as we approached a clearing. Ober's voice broke through the silence, "Is that it?" he asked, pointing towards an opening in the trees where a cluster of tents was visible. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of the campsite, feeling a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Only being able to wondered what awaited us within the camp for the Order of the Silver Fangs.

As we made our way towards the group, an eerie silence fell upon them, and all eyes were fixed on us. It felt like every step we took was being watched by the intense gazes of the people in front of us. Suddenly, a man's voice cut through the silence, shattering the tension.

"Looks like the kid's back, and with a couple of duplicates, no less!" he chuckled, his voice echoing through the clearing.

Ober and Tal stood behind me, their unease palpable. It was clear that these people weren't exactly thrilled to see us, and I couldn't help but feel a knot form in my stomach. As we approached, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of reception we were going to receive.

I turned to Ober and Tal, the two companions flanking me, and muttered, "Keep an eye out."

Ober raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. "Why?" he asked.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "Because someone might attack us," I replied, my voice low and urgent. My eyes scanned the crowd in front of us as they go back to what they were doing before we step into their camp.

'Maybe I'm just being to paranoid from yesterday.' I let out  a heavy breath that I didn't realize I was holding onto.

"Oh my gosh" Draven's voice was filled with excitement as he approached. He leaned in closer and wrapped his arm tightly around my neck, pulling me in for an embrace that bordered on uncomfortable. "Yesss," he moaned, his tone laced with seduction. "You came back! Did you finally decide to join us?" His grip tightened for a moment, and I couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy in his embrace.

"Uh, well-" I started to say, but Tal's low growl interrupted me. He grabbed Draven's wrist tightly, his grip almost bone-crushing. I could feel the tension rising between them as Tal's eyes bore into Draven's. Draven didn't seem fazed by Tal's hostility, instead, a sly grin spread across his face.

"Looks like someone's a little possessive," Draven said, his tone laced with amusement as he tried to pull his wrist free from Tal's grip. Tal didn't budge, his eyes narrowing even further.

"Get your hands off him," Tal spat out, his voice dripping with venom. the tension between them was intense. I could feel my heart racing as I watched the exchange, unsure of what to do or say.

"Easy there, Tal," Ober interjected, placing a calming hand on Tal's shoulder. "Let's not get too worked up."

"Yeah, Tal, no need to get possessive," he drawled, his voice dripping with a seductive tone. "Not yet, at least," he added, emphasizing the last word with a lick of his lips. The way he looked at me made me feel so many things that made me intrigued, and I found myself frozen in place, "not until Ael, here let me check out his arms!" With that being said, Draven drag me alongside him.

"Wait, hold on!" I protested as Draven grabbed my arm tightly and began dragged me along, I stumbled over a few rocks and twigs on the ground, trying to keep my balance. The sound of our footsteps echoed in my ears, along with the rustling of Tal and Draven, I could feel the tension between them growing with every passing moment. Despite my protests, we kept moving further and further away from the main entrance of the Order gate.