Reuniting The Dead With The Living

Chapter 2

Callum's POV

When I woke up again a light drizzle had settled over the area the kind of rain that seems to stick to you. I finally made the choice to get up and well, live. A bag had been left at the base of the stone table that I was left on. I observed the contents of the bag and found a small one man tent, a blanket, a few cans of food, an empty water bottle and a couple go changes of clothes. 

The changes of clothes allowed me to strip of the clothes I was buried in and I could pull on a pair of jeans plain grey t-shirt and a jacket along with a comfortable pair of sneakers. As I was about to stuff the dress shirt back into the coffin a long black object fell out of the breast pocket. Picking it up I noticed that it was a long soft black feather, it was so delicate yet tough that it couldn't possibly be from a bird. I was  holding a present from my mate, one of her feathers. 

I carefully slipped the feather into a small draw string bag that was left in the bag. After checking through its  contents one last time I saw a letter left behind. 

Dear Callum,

I can not tell you why I raised you from the dead at this stage but I will soon enough or you may have to come and find me to find out for your self. Who I am is of no importance. Try and find me it will be a heavy task and you can not achieve it by your lonesome self. Now I do know what you are think, if this person want me to find them why don't they just come to me. But that can not be done I have seen you I have been in your presence before. But you are not ready to see me just yet to be ready see me you must find me. I have left you these simple supplies to aid you but you will never survive by your self you will never be able to find me by your self you need someone you know well, very well to aid you. You already have a clue as to who this person is. Now I wish you good luck in your journey and a fond  adieu to you. 

Yours sincerely,

a friend. 

The person didn't even leave a name just a very formal letter and a few very poor hints. I hefted the bag and walked in any old direction with out a flying clue where to go, what to do. 

I'd been walking for ages when I found a trail that cut through the bush and I took the chance to take the road inland it seemed a more likely choice. Further down the trail I came across a blue stone laying amongst the gravel. I bent down to pick it up expecting a study weight but found it to be almost weightless. The blue stone had slight glassy look about it like crystal or diamond but seemed far more precious then those to stones put together. The stone was about the size of my fist and it felt like a clue. It reminded me of when I met my mate... my mate of course! Some one you know well very well I had to find my mate. But wouldn't she be with the pack no that was too simple. Even as alpha she still was always awkward when around werewolves still scared she would never of stayed when I died. I put the stone in my bag to continue to analyse later and continued walking. 

Eclipse's  POV

They were trying to find me it's been months and I think they've had enough but I won't let them find me no one will find me. I was adamant in my decision, once alone always alone it would of never lasted anyway I was too wild to used to being free. How could it of ever worked.

Now I had a bunch of wolves trekking though my home disrupting my peace. I was happy then he died then I was sad now I'm some where on the verge of orchestrating my own death. I was about to but then to days ago someone came through and just messed up the balance in the magic in the area. A witch maybe someone with a heck a lot of power. Another thing about angels some of us can be very closely connected with the magic and can sense anything that happens like what witches can do. And two days ago it was like a hydrogen bomb was detonated just efin' things up everywhere. 

My attention was snapped out of looking out for some of the wolves that were getting close when another shift in the magic happened to the west. For a while there was a magic hot spot somewhere over there  but now it was on the move. Must of been in a stone of some sorts I had to check it out just incase it was a human picking things up that they shouldn't be. 

When I came across the spot where the disturbance happened some man was standing there holding a blue stone. That blue stone it belonged on the staff of one of the power witches. They aren't commonly known of but you come across interesting things that you shouldn't when you live alone in the middle of nowhere. The oddest thing was who this man was he was my mate but he was dead. Someone wake me up from this dream please I don't like it one bit this is just plain mean. I flew away unable to stand it but blinded by my tears I could hardly see where I was going a blinding pain hit my shoulder blade then my other shoulder contacted the ground and I was unconscious.