The power minder

ch 24

"Blade are you alright?" Ryder reached out for her shoulder and Blade flinched - backing away from him.

"U-uh yeah, why do you ask?" Blade regained her composure and cleared her throat.

"You have been acting weird today, last night you woke up all sweaty and asking me to not leave your side." Ryder neared Blade and she swallowed the lump forming in her throat.

Ryder cupped her cheek, his thumb grazing over her cheek - warm and comforting. All she wanted was to lean into his touch and forget all her sorrows. "You know you can tell me anything right?" Ryder whispered.

"I know." Blade croaked out.

"So what's wrong?"

"Nothing." The words flowed out from Blades mouth. "Nothing is wrong with me Ryder... I'm just a little tired."

"Ok..." He said reluctantly "but remember.. if you need anything, just give me a call." Ryder walked off and blades gaze lingered on his back as he left the room.

"So then, heard you had a nightmare last night," Sierras silky smooth voice almost seemed to mock her.

Blade jumped and whipped her body around - she came face to face with Sierra.

"That's none of your business." Blade seethed.

"Sorry," Sierra apologised and it almost seemed genuine. Keyword: almost. "I didn't mean to come across as rude. I just wanted to know if you're okay."

"I'm fine," venom dripped from Blades voice.

"Good. It'd be a shame if something were to happen to you," Sierras voice darkened. She threw Blade a big smile before turning her back on Blade and leaving the room.

"This is too much, maybe I need some fresh air to get my mind off this." Blade thought, she headed outside and she closed her eyes.

Breaths hitched in her throat as she heard the familiar cracks of her bones shifting out of place, blood pumping through her veins and very soon she was on all fours - eloquent white fur spread all over her body.

It glistened in the sunlight, like her fur was wreathed in fire and she set off running. 

After a couple of hours running through the woods, weaving through the trees - an arrow shot at her leg and she stumbled over. She rolled down the hill - gritting her canines as her body crashed with a rock and she forced herself to stop as she clung onto the edge.

She almost fell off the cliff.

She hauled herself onto land, and dragged her wounded body over by a tree and laid down.

Blood seeped out of her cut - dirtying her white fur as the crimson liquid trickled onto the dirt.

What the hell was that about?

Someone was out to get her.