the girl who cried wolf|Wattys 2015

the girl who cried wolf: eight

Note// okay I never was much of a potterhead and still im not, I watch them from time to time but can never finish them. That said, I was trying to figure out for the longest how I got it in my head that someone could have such a connection with someone they despised and could easily transfer thoughts between one another and share memories. Then out of the blue, I recalled the whole thing that harry shared with vol- c; so, if youre a potterhead and youre protective of the lovely rowling and think im like stealing her idea or something, that's not the dealio! I without thinking used the idea xD I just want to clear that up because sometimes people get protective of writers (which isnt bad) and think when your story is similar that its automatically tied into that story. Which this is not c; but because I read a lot, my stories may have ties to other books which is what writing is all about. Authors are just thieves who base their work off others because they were unsatisfied or felt like they could make their story better. I ramble ! enjoy xx

eight: the true meaning of bonded

"I'm what?" Just the very idea of being tied down by that thing that was once a human made me want to vomit.

"Bonded." Mason reiterated. "When Lyus bit you, you became tied to him and connected. He probably didn't mean to do it to you, especially considering its more so a - well an intimate thing."

"So what? Am I like some kind of mail ordered bride - what is this? Bitten & Betrothed!"

"No," Mason quickly responded and I could tell he enjoyed in some sick way the fact that I was jumping out of my skin with irritation at the very mentioning of Lyus and being connected to him.

"It just means that you have a loyalty to him. You would do anything for him, you would be at his command. If he asked you kill someone, even if you didn't want to do it - you would because he asked you to."

"But I hate him." The very thought of him and this fate he unleashed upon me made me angry.

"Really?" Mason said in shock. His brows were furrowed, pinching into the middle of his forehead in deep thought.

"Yes really. The only thing I feel . . . is what he feels." It dawned on me now why I could see through Lyus' eyes when he and Mason were fighting. "I ran, like you told me but was overcome with emotions that weren't mine and pain that wasn't mine. I was seeing the fight through Lyus' eyes, I was feeling the pain he felt with each bite and swipe. It's why I passed out." This made things difficult. What if killing Lyus meant I died too?

"You see what he sees" Mason repeated under his breath. "Maybe taking Lyus down won't be as hard when you have someone on the inside to help."

"What?"

"We'll talk about it on the way." Mason said, suddenly becoming serious and businesslike. "We have to get you home or they'll start looking for you."

"Who?" Panic was dominant in the emotions that currently battled inside of my body. I couldn't have the wolves hanging around my home and there was no doubt in my mind that Lyus was now aware of the connection between us.

"The police." Mason said.

Down the street I could already spot the familiar green and white police cruiser. Chandler was driving the black car that he and the others drove to school in. Slowly we crept up the street. If I was seen with them then they would be wrapped up in fit of questions.

And really I couldn't give them any kind of answer that they wouldn't put me in a straight jacket for. Crescent Falls had crime, but the cops usually weren't taking on big cases. The minute someone called in a missing child, there was no doubt that the cops would be there quickly and using every resource necessary to locate such persons. If we stayed any longer, they'd eventually start combing the woods.