.•This chapter is spilt into two parts.. it will be continued as Strom and Earth.
The only sound in the darkness was
breathing—three breaths, each different.
One was faint, barely there. My own.
One was restrained, as if struggling to hold back. Muir's.
And one was ragged, strained, as if controlling something dangerous. Shuu's.
Beyond that, there was silence. The eerie kind, broken only by the slow, rhythmic patter of rain.
CRACK!
A thunderclap tore through the sky, dragging me back to reality like a jolt.
And in that split second of lightning, their faces flashed before my eyes Muir and Shuu.
Two pairs of blue eyes, both different shades one like ice, the other like a stormy sea locked onto me. Unblinking. Like their gaze could swallow me whole.
I felt seen. Exposed.
And then... I felt it.
Something warm. Trickling.
No. No, no, no. Not now.
I clenched my thighs. I didn't need to look I already knew.
The cramps twisting in my stomach weren't just false alarms this time.
I turned quickly, hiding behind the nearest tree. My hands trembled as I reached between my legs.
Warm. Wet. And then another flash of lightning.
For a second, the world lit up.
And I saw it.
My hand. Red.
My period.
"Okay, Lia," I whispered to myself, panic rising like the floodwaters around me. "Breathe. Deep breath. In... out."
I crouched down, heart thudding. There was no way I was walking back to them like this. I wasn't moving not yet.
Desperate, I scooped up a handful of cool mud and smeared it over my legs, hoping it would hide the spreading red.
Gross? Yes.
Effective? Hopefully.
Desperate? Beyond.
Should I ask them for help?
The thought made my stomach turn.
I was terrified. My instincts screamed at me to stay away.
But Winston, Winston.
I clenched my fists, swallowing the fear clawing at my throat. "God, I don't know why you put me here, but please... let him survive." He had to.
If he was awake, what would he do? What would he tell me?
Be strong. Hold on.
I had to stay on my feet. I had to last until he woke up.
I took a breath, steadying myself. "I would ask for help." I had no choice.
But just as I opened my mouth, the air shifted.
A sound—low, guttural, unnatural.
"Growls."
The hair on my arms stood on end.
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