Bound by Spirit - Completed

1. The inkling

A clash of thunder strikes overhead and the wind is howling through the trees  with a mighty force. Rain is pouring and dripping into his eyes making everything a blur but he won't, no, he can't give up the search. Although he is in the woods around his home he no longer feels welcome; it's been building up for several months now, this feeling of restlessness, this feeling that  there is somewhere he must go.  He feels an urge, like a pressure in his chest, saying that he won't be able to survive whatever is coming without his brothers by his side. Another bolt of lightning hits close to him and even though the wood is drenched from the torrential downfall it sparks to a flame which quickly burst into an inferno. The world around him now glows red and the heat is such to bring you to your knees. The flames are spreading at a rapid rate leaving him only one direction to run. He is sprinting now, yelling out for his brothers and even with his supernatural speed the greedy flames are licking at his heels as he tries to go faster.  The branches of the trees are grabbing at his clothes and scratching his face and it's as if the very air is against him, it feels thick and cloying, he can barely breathe and it's like he's trying to cut through mud. With his last burst of air he yells again for his brothers, he's about to fall as he feels two hands grab his shoulders and offer him support. His brothers. One on each side they help him. Together they are stronger and together they can make it. He feels it in his bones, they will escape this hell that the wood has become. What feels like hours later but it was most likely just minutes they escape. They are gasping for breath as they stumble upon a black top highway as the woods behind them disintegrates. With all the smoke from the fire barely any stars peaked through the night but it was as if the lone beam of moonlight was shining upon the sign in front of them. New Haven, 8 miles. something is drawing him there, the pressure in his chest gets to a painful level if he even thinks of going opposite direction.

"Do you feel that?" His brother, Van, rasped.

"Yes," he replied and look towards his other brother, Ian, with a raised  brow, "You?"

Ian nods and says, "I feel like we must go towards that town. My wolf feels it too."

      Once they had decided, he instantly felt some relief from the pressure and it kept getting lighter as they move forward until it was a dull ache. It seemed as if the miles melted away and they found themselves in front of a large yellow brick building. It was three stories tall  with many windows and the doors in the center were made of glass.  There were two bright lights shining in the yard before the building. One beaming up towards the flapping flags proclaiming that they were foremost, in the USA and furthermore in the state of Washington. The other light was shining on a large sign made of several weather beaten planks of wood,  each horizontal piece had a set of words carved into it surface, proclaiming that the large building just ahead of them was -

New Haven

Jr. and Sr. High School

Home of the Mighty Eagles

The ache, the pressure it was gone. This is where fate wants them to be.  He hears his brothers calling his name, "Grayven."

"Grayven," they called louder.

It now feels as if the very earth below him is shaking as they scream out his name, "Grayven!"

Grayven awakes with a start, his brothers on either side of him shaking his bed and yelling his name.  It was all a dream, one of his premonitions.  He doesn't get them often but when he does it's very important, it's something that must be done.  He puts his hand upon his aching head and feels the sweat upon his brow. He was shaking and felt very weak. These dreams always take a lot out of him, he was thankful for his brothers waking him up, if he had been down much longer the pain would be worse. With a dry throat and raspy voice he asks his brothers, "How long was I out for?"

Ian, short for Iontach which is pronounced Ian-Tah, replied, "You've been out for two days. We let it go for as long as we could.  We didn't want to mess up any message you were getting." He looks at him in concern, the longest he's ever going out before is been a day and they've never had to wake him before. The third brother in the trio, Vanguard, grabs a glass of blood and hands it to Grayven.

"Are you alright?" Vanguard asks. Grayven nods wearily as he takes the needed sustenance. Normally he can go weeks without feeding but the dreams take such a strain on his system that he needs blood desperately.  After draining the glass he looks towards the end of the bed where Van and Ian are waiting patiently for him to tell them what his dream was about. He sighs and then begins, "You know how we've all been feeling restless, like we need to leave this place?"  They nod and then Grayven continues, "well, I know where we have to go. We need to go to New Haven, Washington.  Most specifically to their high school."

"Eh, I don't think we can pass as high schoolers, Gray," Ian chuckled while running his fingers across his chiseled jaw that was sporting a 5 o'clock shadow.

Grayven rolled his eyes and retorted sarcastically, "Really, why ever not?"

"Beacause we're too masculine, well, at least I am," Ian says seriously. "Ow!" He turns to face Van, "Why'd you hit me?"

"I was hoping it would jump start your brain cells," Van replied casually. "One, he didn't say we were going as high schoolers, two, that was sarcasm from our dear Grayven and three I am the manliest one of our group."

Ian rubs the back of his head to ease the ache and asks, "Well, how are we going to infiltrate the school then? ------ Ow! Stop hitting me!"

"Thought I'd try again, do you feel smarter yet?" Van smirks.

"Guys, let's get serious here." Gray says in exasperation. "Obviously we will have to get jobs at the school so we can blend in and figure out what in the hell we are supposed to do, see or get there. I didn't get much from the dream just that we needed to be there, I don't know why, just that it's important and that it is necessary for all three of us to go."

"Alright," Van says  decisively, "I'll get us some plane tickets and look for a place for us to live while we're there. Gray why don't you get some rest and Ian can look to see what jobs are available."

"Yes!" Ian  exclaimed excitedly, "I'm so going to get the job of head honcho dude and then I can tell everyone, ahem you two, what to do. ----Ow! Would you stop already!"

Van laughed, "They say third times a charm, did it work? The position is called the principle, and I don't think they give that to just anybody. I think you should try something more your speed like janitor or lunch lady."

"I think you mean lunch gentleman, dickhead." Ian mutters.

"Nope,  I definitely meant lady." He smirks.

"How about Ian gets the tickets, Van you look at the job positions available, if there are any, and I'll look for a place for us to live. If there are no available positions open I'm sure we can influence somebody to leave. Sound like a plan?"

"Alright by me," agrees Van. "I guess," Ian says disappointedly, "Promise to try and get me a cool job Van."

"I'll do my best to not make you be the lunch lady." Van states as they both head to the office to work on their respective tasks and Gray grabs his laptop from the side table. Once online all three are searching New Haven, Washington, and wondering what fate had in store.

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Authors note

Hello Readers,

This is my first story posting and I'd love to get any feedback. Do you like it so far?

Edited 1/9/16