Shattered Crystal

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The signs were already put up. The land hand been marked. The mansion that was once filled was now hollow with winds the only inhabitants as the las of the tracks packed up the furniture. Felix bit his lip in frustration as he looked on toward space. His hands were tightly balled up in fists and his wolf growled low grumbling within him.

"Felix?"

"Felix?"

"Alpha?"

He turned sharply to face Jordan. He had cut off most of his hair, leaving him with a military cut. The vein at the side of his forehead was more prominent. It seemed to grow more each time he had to be around Felix. It bothered Felix that he did not know why.

"The last group has moved, your father sent me to get you," Jordan stated. Jordan looked up when he did not get a response and saw the darkness in his eyes, he sighed.

"Did you have another dream?" He asked. Felix didn't answer. Jordan walked away. The friend ship between them that had started from childhood was fading. It was fading fast. He turned to Blake who looked large enough to take down a bear and sighed seeing that it had reached the time when he was no longer the broody one of the group.

He un clenched his fists and stared at the piece of paper he had ripped out of his drawing book. It was a face. The only face he drew from his dreams, she was happy and content, this time he could remember more. He carefully added the new detail. The one making him feel this rage build inside of him. The pair of lips that had plastered themselves on her cheek. He crushed the paper again before blinking hard and unclenching it quickly and folding it into his pack pocket.

His father was finally ready to give him the alpha position again. These dreams, if they meant something, if they meant what he felt they did, then he had to find her. Or else, his father was right, he has gone mad and needs to be put down immediately. There is nothing more dangerous than a wild rabid alpha wolf.

**

Luke graduated. Senior had been quick especially for him. He had long decided to take a year vacation so he could slow down his life, or maybe wait for his life to come back to him, his friends, mainly one friend, and the cheerleader who made him feel like everyday was his birthday. They both somehow just left. He did not know what happened, when it happened, his friend, his die-hard sister just fell off the earth and his girlfriend stopped answering his calls. No one showed up to school anymore. No one said why and then graduation. Not his parents, not his friends were there. And suddenly he was a child again watching his parents leave him behind with another stranger as they travelled the world for whatever it it, they needed for their business. The cold lonely nights, the dark bed room, and the pain. The pain and shame that he might have done something to drive them away never stopped. Now as he stared at his phone, going through the oldest of selfie group pictures they had made, he wondered if it was the same with them. Was it something he said?

It was about a month after graduation, he returned to the quiet boy his parents left behind, he stayed alone at home with his pet fish and occasionally visited the gym. He met a few girls, dated, not exactly, but none of them could fill the gaping hole that Amy left behind. A high school sweetheart she was, that one.

He sighed and took another sip from his coffee as he stared at the street. He saw a young woman being dropped off across the street. She had coloured highlights in her hair. And her skin was pale like she didn't go out much. He didn't want to be caught staring when he saw her turn her head so he left the window and walked back to his seat in front of the TV. Then the door bell rung and he flinched. No one ever rung the bell. No one ever visited him any more. Cautiously he walked toward the door and reached into the drawer that was right by the door where he kept a loaded gun. He flinched again when he heard the sound of a knock on his door. Just as he was about to reach for the knob, he had jiggling of keys from outside and he chose to wait armed behind the door for the unknown visitor.

The door opened and the stranger walked in and with his heart-beating in his eardrums, he aimed right at the head and clicked off the safety. He noticed it was the girl he saw with the colored hair. Now that she was close, he noticed it was long up to her tush and had lots of of volume, he got close enough to her with the gun and whispered,

"Who are you? And why do you have the key to my house?"

The stranger flinched and Luke wondered if that was a low curse she spat out of her mouth.

**

Out of all the ways she could have pictured this going, having a gun to her head had not been one of them. She thought she would find him home, or not but the former was more likely seeing as he had already graduated. She knew and feared that he would moved on by now but... she couldn't no, she wouldn't accept losing everything. Slowly she turned, as she dropped the suitcase, her face was to the ground allowing it to curtain her face. Luke lowered the gun and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Show your face," he commanded.

Amy shivered.

His voice had gotten much deeper and clearer than she remembered and she was shocked to find out that her her heart sped up....just a little bit she told herself. Gulping down the anxiety, she quickly looked up and her eyes met his gorgeous ones once more.

Luke dropped the gun.

And somehow, it landed right on the trigger.

BANG!