Chapter 16
We walked into a huge clearing. There were eight log cabins, in a circle. They
took up most of the clearing. In the middle of the cabins, there was a fire. My
eyes were drawn to it in seconds. I pulled my gaze from the flames to the
row of teenagers standing in front of me and Dodge. There were eight of
them. Only one older one, probably twenty something, stood taller and
stronger then the rest.
"Hi." I mumbled shyly. Up until last year I was a quiet girl, who got her work
done and stayed out of the way. I got sick of that and adopted a girly stride,
an attitude, and a great idea for clothing. My confidence that had been
drawing strength for a year drained instantly under the stares of the boys.
They were intimidating. I slumped my shoulders, and put my head down. I
felt sick. My stomach rumbled. Not from hunger but from something else.
"Hazel, you okay?" Dodge said snapping me out of my trance. His eyes
searched me for an nonexistent injury.
"Yeah... yeah... I'm fine." Black spots appeared before my eyes, my head
flared. It felt like a million hammers were pounding on my head. I knees
buckled and Dodge caught me before I fell.
"Ben!" Dodge yelled. He looked over to the older one. "Help her, wait, are
you doing this?"
I looked up and saw Ben, mouth contorted in agony. He was hurting me,
somehow, with his mind.
The pain grew worse. I screamed. My shriek making the others cringe.
Somebody yelled at Dodge, "Drop her on the ground. Let him do what he
wants." Dodge dropped me and walked over to the line.
Ben came up to me and looked me in my eyes. He took in the mismatched
pair and glared at me, before turning to Dodge.
"You dare bring her here?" he spat. "You changed a girl against my orders!"
He turned to me again, and started to shake. "You don't deserve to be alive!"
........................................................................................................................................
Hey beautiful readers!
How are all of you?
Please comment for suggestions!
............................................................................................................................................
YOU ARE READING
Let The Fire Start (Editing)
WerewolfI was standing in the middle of the fire, whispering to the fire that always answered. Letting it grow and dance the way it wanted to. It was weird to have all of this fire around you and not have it burn or touch your fragile skin. With each match...
