Mortala

2

Sorry this chapters a little short but enjoy!!!
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I quivered at his eyes, looking back into mine, his hard body pressed against mine, his rough, yet gentle hands run up my side as they find their destination my cheek. He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. I simply pull away from him. His touch gave me chills and I quite enjoyed them. That touch though, is not one of a mate. It seems to be more. He touches me the same way my mother used to hug me. I don't know what it is..
He grabs my arm as I try to walk away, "Don't leave me." He pleads his eyes very watery already, his lips bit together trying not to tremble.
"Why?" I counter back at him.
"I lo-" he quickly stops.
"You what?" I question. His poster correcting himself as he looked past me. I could see his muscle start to tense underneath his skin tight shirt that even outlined his firm and tone abs. "Lane, you what? What were you going to say!?" I demand. I looked in the direction and saw a largely built shadowy figure I turned back to him.
He looked me dead in the eyes, his facial expression changing completely. All he says is, "Run."
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I jolt up from my slumber, glancing over to the empty pillow that lay next to mine. I felt a pang of longing to have him back here with me. It's been a month since I've last seen him. I hear that he went off with a squad to mark an uncharted area. I missed him. He kept me warm when I was cold. I've been cold way too often these past few nights. Having the same dream over and over. I removed the sheet from over me and put my feet on the hard concrete floor. I look out my window. The sun just seemed to be just peeking over the Appalachian mountain tops just south of my small home. The brick walls usually keep the heat in, but the snow outside makes me realize why it's still cold.

I stood on to my feet walking over to the small wooden door that kept my clothes. I pulled it towards me as it made a small creaking noise, I looked at the dull options before me. I reach for a white shirt and put it on, I left my pajama pants on. As I started to close the door, I saw something that made me stop, it was a small photo of me and Lane as children laying on the floor. I reached down and picked it up. It was old and it look burned with black and ash closing in on it before it was put out. Lane was making a stupid face that he continued to make to this day. When he picked on me he loved to stick his lips out and cross his eyes like it was cute. I admit it sometimes was. I looked down at the floor from where I picked it up and there was a locked latch right where it was.

I tried to pull at the latch's lock it wouldn't budge. I turned and took the photo over to my bedside where the only frame I owned sat holding my mother's face. I put the small photo is the corner of the frame to accompany my mother's own photo. I missed him. I missed him
A lot. Stripping my pajama pants I looked into my drawer and pulled out of pants and got a coat off the rack. Standing before my door I felt the familiar sensation of my back and neck changing their normal smell, I sighed and stepped out of my door starting the route to the small market on the other side of town.

It was treacherous walking through the snow. I managed to make it to the store, stepping in I could see out of the corner of my eye 3 older men staring at me. They seem to be pleased with what they saw. Smiling like idiots and what seemed to be evil in there eyes. Their excitement practically odored the whole store. I got what I needed which wasn't much, just a few vegetables and filtered water. I started my trek home. The snow very difficult to move through. It was strange. The potent scent of men in a mood to breed made the air very stuffy. The only fishy thing seemed to be there was no women scent in the air. I made a stop at this post that held the most recent news from our leader and his people. I looked at the death report, scanning through there were a lot of Fortane members that I was not familiar with, until I saw that made me tremble in fear, but mostly sadness. It said, "Lane Woods, 26" I turned on my heels now trying to get home as soon as possible, the sun was still in a place of almost sunrise just a little higher. Standing right in front of it I saw the heavily built dark figure from my dream, then another stood by it, then another, another, and another. I turned back to the post to see a man standing there. His simple words made me shiver as I remember it so clearly.
"Run."