the girl who cried wolf|Wattys 2015

the girl who cried wolf: seven

Note// I love that you guys make predictions, but let e just say this now! This is not a mate story or a rejection story. This chapter may make it seem that way, but that is not what it is XD "mating" in a sense has to do with the whole business between the black wolf and Lucy, but it's a whole different ballpark c; I was kind of uncertain about this chapter and might rewrite it. what do you guys think? How is it so far? I hope you enjoy! Vote, comment, and share: D

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seven: meet the dubois family

Mason had the black wolf pinned to the ground, snapping at the dark fu of the wolf's neck. Momentarily he looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes gleaming with worry as if telling me to run. I didn't want to leave him, but I knew that I didn't have the capability to fight. Scrambling to my feet, I managed to stumble away, running though the forest. But something tied me to the fight scene. Flashes of fur kept passing before my eyes, images of Mason. My head swam at the images: blurred shots of two wolves tumbling. My chest ached with the same pressure as a twenty pound weight resting on it. my arms stung with the sensation of sharp edges cutting into it, but looking down I could see no wounds. It all became too much to bear to the point I had to press against a tree for stability and support as I watched the scene play behind my lids.

The images were so vivid and clear as if I hadn't left that spot and stood watching everything unfold. I was afraid; no, I was terrified and strangely the fear I held wasn't for me but for the wolf: Mason. The black wolf was much bigger than Mason, with bulging muscles and large teeth that looked capable of penetrating titanium. Its fur wasn't as thick as Mason's and as I stared at it, I realized that it was less wolf and more beast and demon like. I couldn't get the image of Mason with the kind bright blue eyes and charming smile out of my mind. I couldn't imagine him being vicious or capable of causing anything or anyone harm. Seeing him tango with the black wolf was like watching the unfolding of a train wreck.

But in actuality, Mason fought a fair fight. I could tell the black wolf tried his hardest to get past Mason and at me, but Mason would block his oath every time. I'd wondered then what happened to the other wolves that I'd heard. Surely they should've been here already.

Eventually the fight between the two wolves became a wrestling match until Mason had the black wolf securely pinned down. I could smell the blood in the air, the smell of metal and warm pennies. All I could see now was Mason's eyes, dark with fury and his mouth open, teeth so close and ready to bite into the wolf.

It was then I realized, somehow I was inside of the black wolf, linked to him by spirit or mind and able to tune into his sense. What he saw, I saw. What he felt I felt.

Traitor!

The voice in my head was loud and rough, but I could recognize it as Mason's.

Why're you here?

To take what is rightfully mine! Lyus' voice had a jagged edge to it. it was raspy and low, like the sound of someone whispering. Something about it enticed me and I had to fight the urge to be down toward it.

The two wolves didn't know I could hear them, in fact I believed they had grown slightly unaware to my presence.

This territory belongs to us - you are no longer one of us Lyus, you are one of them.

The way Mason said them confused me. What was the difference between Lyus and the Dubois family, other than the fact Lyus was trying to kill me?