The Broken Werewolves: Forbidden Law (BxB)

Chapter 29: The Revelation of Troy

Chapter 29
The Revelation of Troy

My feet press against the soil, leaves that I step on crunch as I run faster than ever. I know that there's something wrong by the looks of the world right now. The color of the sky is a color of blood, and the moon itself is bleeding red, spreading negative vibes around the world that sends shiver down my spin. My jeans are tattered as well as my clothes. The people around me have been gone, and it feels like I'm the only person living in this world. The trees, who were once had a full life glowing, have become creepy and leafless. Behind me, wolves are howling, and the sounds of their paws hitting the ground are unpleasant to my ears. The wolves are trying to catch me, trying to kill me. The clouds, now swirling above the sky, have become darker and darker, and from any minute, rain will be poured out hard on me. The world has become lifeless as I run faster, pushing my legs to the extent even though it's already numb and dead tired, but still, I keep running as to make myself believe that I'm not going to be hunted by those wolves. I don't even have any idea why I'm being hunted and on the run. The air inside my lungs has become thinner, and in any minute, I know I would fall and drop myself on the ground. The wolves snarls become heavier, sharper, and louder, and it makes my heart beat faster from nervousness. To say I'm not scared would be an understatement and a lie, because I really am, to the point I could just piss on my pants, but I have to keep going. I think a lot of things, mostly happy thoughts, but that thing is not working right now as I'm aware that I'm about to be killed by unknown wolves for an unknown reason. The path in front of me, which is littered of garbage, bones, and decaying bodies, keeps going on and seems endless. I'm beginning to lose hope as I keep running.

Above me, across the blood sky, are the spirits of the wolves that are howling in pain. To keep the sound blocked, I try to press my palms against my ears to prevent those agonies entering inside my ear. Somehow, somewhat, I have a thought that one of the wolves howling in pain is Furion and it makes me alerted. I want to see and save Furion from the unknown entity. As I run, my eyes frantically search for Furion, having a high hope that maybe he's there, looking at me, wanting to be saved. As my eyes search upon thousands of wolves wanting to be saved, another pops up into my head. I'm one of the careless creature that had let a wolf from being harmed, just because of a selfish reason. That thought makes me stop, my aching feet rest as tears slip out of my eyes. The paws of the wolves pounding the ground become much louder and only a matter of time before they can get to me. Furion is in danger because of me, and I will forever blame myself. Furion doesn't deserve this when he's the only one who has done me good in life, and he's the only family I had ever had when I had no one, when I was in misery. He kept me at bay. Furion was my first hero, and he will always be my hero.

Tears keep sliding my cheeks, and it takes a million muscles for myself not to crumble down on the ground. I bow my head down in shame for putting Furion in this state. If I had just waited, this wouldn't be happening. If I had not been so selfish, Furion would still be here with me, laughing at my old jokes. The sound of a horn blasts, spreading across the air and I wince in pain as my eyes search for something, but when I do, the wolves with red eyes are already surrounding me, their deathly fangs showing, their saliva slipping out of their mouths as they stare at me like I'm a piece of meat, waiting to be eaten. Rogues.  When they begin to lunge at me, I scream, the sky is bleeding with blood and the rain pours hard down on us as the wolves lunge at me.

"Kieran!" I hear my name being shouted as I gasp out, wailing my hands up in the air as I intake a lot of air to store in my lungs. Both Mom and Dave are looking at me with worried showing in their eyes. They are probably thinking that my nightmares have started to bug me again, which I don't want them to think. These past few days, Mom has stopped worrying about me having nightmares as she saw that I was in a happy mood, but this time, it led her to believe that the nightmares have not been really gone. "Are you okay?" Mom says as she studies me, her free hand reaching a towel to wipe the sweat off my forehead. I only nod at her as an answer. Dave just looks at me, scrutinizing me. From the looks of him, I can basically see the gears working on his head, trying to figure things out.