Secrets Uncovered

The Client

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Caleb’s POV:

            I’m the first one up I’m guessing—after all, I am sleeping outside— I had no choice but to wake up. The sun heated my face and woke me, and the birds kept chirping at me. I growl quietly trying not to disturb my captor’s sleep. I sit there for a while and stretch. It’s very relaxing, the man called Hunter isn’t screaming in my face. Vana is asleep and not telling me what to do. Two of the elven girls aren’t staring at me. I wish that for right now I could go run in my wolf, but I’m tied to a log outside Vana’s tent. She really scares me, her demeanor is over powering, and her eyes are like daggers when she looks at you. The blue of them is scary; I have never seen eyes like hers. There’s still something about her that intrigues me I just can’t figure it out. Shuffling sounded in Vana’s tent, she’s coming out. I tense up when the tent flaps open and she appears. She looks at me with her blue eyes and tilts her head sideways.

            “You’re already up?” I nod nervously to her

            “Y-yes, we werewolves like to get up when the forest does” she looks at me puzzled.

            “Okay then, maybe in the future I will have something for you to do when you wake up.” I watch her walk over to the horse she had ridden the previous day, saddle bags are attached to the saddle and she is putting food into the packs and extra clothes. Where is she going? She looks at me like she read my mind.

            “I’ll give you food before we leave, I need you to protect me on my journey to Freymill and, I don’t think I trust leaving Hunter in charge while you are around.” So she’s going to Freymill, and she’s making me go?! I don’t mind that, I really don’t want to stay in camp with Hunter. He would probably try to make me fight him again, what was his problem? My mind set those thoughts aside when Vana throws me a piece of meat. It’s dry and tasteless, but it’s food.

            “Get up, Hunter is going to be waking up soon.” I nod and stand up; she unties the rope from the log and pulls it towards her horse.

            “So how long will we be in Freymill?” I ask, not really wanting to come back here in a hurry.

            “Only a couple of hours or maybe a few days” good, a few days will give me and Hunter a bit of space. She mounts her horse and clicks her tongue at it. The rope pulls me along as it picks up speed.

Vanadesse’s POV:

            I have to take Caleb with me, for safety reasons and to keep the only two males in camp from fighting. I feel safer with him here with me. If any werewolves come out to attack me I know he will help fend them off, it makes me feel better. We ride out onto the plain again; the rotting werewolf bodies litter the ground. The grass that had been a bright green is now pooled with blood. The stench is almost too much to handle, I cover my nose and look down to Caleb, and he has his hand over his nose as well. We quicken our pace to get out of the stanching carcasses; Maradar takes careful steps not to touch the bodies. We get away from the land of death and stop to rest, I hand Caleb a piece of meat and half of my bread.

            “So, I have to ask… how come you’re an outcast.” I look at Caleb with a questioning face. He gulps down some of the bread and answers me after a while of thought.