Navy Wolf

Chapter 27

In the melody of life, 

intelligence echoes through the forest, 

sung by the wolves' harmonious song.

☾

A four-hour-trip for less than thirty minutes of a witness statement.

A dark silhouette being mistaken for a familiar person for the last ferry home.

My life was a fucking joke today.

I checked my phone again. Two forty-five p.m.. I had to make sure somehow I was going to catch a ferry back to Vancouver.

I ran into the information desk center to find a way.
They'd help me. They'd guide a way for me to get back. 

Storming in, I went forward to the front desk, a young man greeting me behind it.
"I need to get back to Vancouver," I breathed, still out of breath from my previous run to the bay.
Which had turned out to be completely all in vain. 

"Sure," he said, clicking on his keyboard raising my anticipation with every press on each key.
He kept silent for a moment, took his mouse and looked up at me, raising his eyebrows.
"I'm sorry. The last one just departed."

Oh god.

Bro, tell me something I don't know!
"When does the next one come?," I asked impatiently laying my hand on the desk to which he replied: "Tomorrow morning."

My eyes closed in disbelief.
Okay, no panicking. I had money and I'd find a hotel room, that-

Ouch!

A piercing pain shot across my skin in between my breasts and my hand rushed to the chain yanking on it.
The light. It had come back. The necklace was burning and shining like a glow stick.

This wasn't what I needed right now. Not a black shuck-alarm.
My eyes glued on its sight while a cold shiver ran over my back. 

They're here. Somewhere close.

I didn't dare to turn around as the hair on my neck stood up.

There's someone behind me. 

My breath turned shallow as I circled my fingers around the hot crystal but it didn't burn me. I didn't feel the heat.
I was way too focused on the threat that surrounded this little house I was standing in together with this young boy who seemed unaware of what might happen any second.

"Miss?," I heard a voice behind me, so creepy it made me nauseous. I felt my stomach drop as the slow and lazy steps resounded on the tiles, followed by the clicking sound of a door falling in it's frame. "You missed the last ferry?," he asked with that disgustingly sleazy sounding voice while stepping closer, when the crystal in my hand threatened to scorch my fucking hand.
But I didn't dare to let go of it.
It was the only hope I had to escape this nightmare right now.
"To Vancouver?," he added, stressing the name of my hometown. The sound of him reminded me of dirty old rancid oil and burnt hair. I wanted to throw up.

Okay, now I might faint.

I scratched every bit of my courage together just when I saw the concerned look on the boy's face in front of me.
He was scared. Just like me.