A month later.
It was around one in the morning when Felix shot up from bed, heaving and gasping out of breath like he had been running a marathon. His face was flushed and sweat clung his hair to his head. His wolf growled low and strong from inside of him. His eyes were blood shot and his muscles anything but relaxed.
Jordan burst through his door.
"What happened?" he asked walking inside in nothing but his boxers. His wolf was startled by the uneasiness of his alpha.
"It was the same dream again," Felix whispered. Jordan tried nodding in understanding.
"What did you see?" He asked like he always did for the past month. Felix shrugged helplessly and shook his head.
"I can't say exactly," he said, "When I fall asleep, its there. Everything is there but once I wake up..."
"You can't remember," Jordan finished and nodded. He sighed and dragged his feet to the door.
"Why are you up?" Felix asked looking at Jordan. Jordan shrugged.
"There is a lot of paper work to go through to finalize the relocation. The job transfers and home relocations...." He dragged on before pausing.
"Sorry," he said and Felix chuckled humorlessly.
"Whatever," he replied.
"I am sure everything will be sorted out after the move," Jordan encouraged as he walked out the door.
"Right."
Felix stared down at his shaky hands and fisted them before freeing them once more. The image was engraved in his mind. He got to his knees and pulled out a briefcase that was underneath his bed. After rolling in the number code, he had it opened and he stared. Inside were papers. Unruled paper with a drawing of a face. Plum rosey lips stretched out in a wide grin that showed a cracked tooth right in the middle of her mouth. The nose was scrunched up with one eye closed in a wink. Felix stared at the eyes that his drawing didn't show much detail. Everything relevant was there but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
His hands trailed the curls in her hair and he tilted his head when his finger traced over a small line scar on her forehead closer to her hairline and almost impossible to notice if you didn't pay attention.
"Curls," he muttered with a slight frown but an amused glint in his eyes.
His heart ached as he picked up another pastel and a new sheet of paper and began to draw.
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TARGET FOR DEMISE
WerewolfI crawled and sunk impossibly deeper into the couch behind me, biting my nails to hold back the scream of horror aching to burst through my chords. The terrifying and spine shivering sight of flesh being ripped to pieces, agonising screams of terror...
