When Night Falls

Chapter 10: A Chance Meeting

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"Why do you want to know about Royals Cillian?" Tony inquired suspiciously. Dallas, Misty and I were all sitting in Tony's grand office while he paced around frantically like he always did when troubled. Dallas and I were occupying the loveseat while Misty sat cross-legged in a faded green armchair. They all turned to look at me expectantly. "Because...because I think I am one", I admitted in a small voice. Tony stopped pacing immediately. "Cillian why would you think that?" Misty asked clearly distressed.

  "I-I had a dream, but it wasn't a dream, and Bryce was there and-" I rambled. "You can't trust anything Bryce says", Tony interjected abruptly. "But why else would he want me? It makes sense..." I responded hesitantly, not even sure I wanted it to be true. Being turned into a werewolf was one thing, but realizing that your entire life had been a lie was worse.

  Tony and Misty looked at each other. I was sure they were communicating between themselves through their links. Dallas stared at me for a moment; his expression was full of angst and worry. The bags under his eyes were a clear indicator that he had not been sleeping well recently. I squeezed his hand an offered a faint smile to reassure him that I was fine, even though I wasn't and he could see right through it. It would seem all I could do is hurt people.

  I rose from my seat abruptly and strode to the door. "Cillian where are you going?" Dallas asked. "I just... need some time to think." I said and walked out." "Cillian!" "Cillian come back!" Tony and Misty called. As awful as it sounds I had never had much trouble disobeying my Alpha... maybe it's because my ranking is higher than his... maybe I am a Royal. I pushed pass the rest of my pack mates who were crowding the living room. Some called after me but I continued to make my way to the door. I had to get out of there quickly before Dallas or Tony caught up to me. Once outside I ran towards the tree stripping as I went. Shifting was so natural now I didn't even have to think about it. My paws thudded against the ground as I took off into the mountains.

  I could hear footsteps approaching from a distance. I pushed myself to run faster. I didn't have the mental capacity to handle this right now. Cillian please stop! Dallas begged.

  Please just let me go Dallas. I just can't do this right now I need some time to myself, I'm sorry.

  I cut off all my links. I just couldn't handle talking to anyone right now. I knew I was a coward. I knew I was running away from my problems, and I knew how badly I had hurt Dallas. It's not that I didn't trust him, he just wouldn't understand. No one would.

  My legs propelled me quickly through the forest. I continued to climb up and up the mountain. There was a light breeze blowing that caused the trees to sway gently. I ran all through the night. Finally exhaustion seized me as the sun was beginning to rise. I stopped by a river for a drink. The water was cool and refreshing as I drank generously.

  My limbs ached and every muscle in my body seemed to be screaming for rest. I walked tiredly to the peak of the mountain that sat only a few yards away. The sun was slowly rising to greet the world. It set a vibrant golden glow over the mountain and the valley below it.

  Deer were peacefully grazing on grass throughout the plain. I couldn't help but think of how satisfying it would be to have venison for breakfast. I pushed the thought away hastily. That was the wolf talking. I hadn't eaten anything in a while and was quite hungry to say the least, but still I wasn't big on the idea of hunting. I hadn't been raised as a werewolf like the rest of my pack, who had been doing it for years. Maybe it was something I'd grow accustom to over time. Maybe I wouldn't have to grow accustomed to these sorts of things if Bryce hadn't killed my real parents, if that was even true. I'm not sure what to think anymore.