Running From The Wolves

Chapter 3, Part 2

A/N: Andrew In Photo above 

Lincoln's P.O.V

When Rosalie left me I continued heading north as she told me to. I am weary to the bone and the amount of power it took to heal the bite took a lot of my energy away. More than I expected. My feet are shuffling tiredly and my toes scuffing the dirt, sending little explosions and whirlwinds into the night.

Rosalie was quite beautiful. Her long brown hair glinted in the darkness catching the moon's light and her chocolate eyes... They have no ending, you could stare into them for eternity and you would never fully understand her ways unless she let you. Her mind is a closed door. Something bad and big must've happened for her to be this way. Who knows, maybe she'll tell me sometime in the future.

It's so funny, but not even funny, that I already think of her as a girl I will know forever, but I met her less than twenty-four hours ago and she probably thinks I'm a jerk. I chuckled to myself, she can handle herself, she's pretty good with her comebacks.

I could now see her house. It backed onto the forest and had a deck surrounding the whole residence. The rendering was a cream colour and gypsy chimes hung underneath the gutter, creating a beautiful song as the cool breeze is blowing them gently together. I listened more closely, and realised it is actually a song. And I knew it.

It brought back memories, ones I wish to forget. No, I thought, it's happening again. Dreams and visions threatened to overcome me and the blackness began to consume my mind. I won't let Rosalie see me like this, an insane mess. These are just the common episodes that you get all the time I reminded myself, it's not real. It's not real. But they were very much real and I knew I only had so much time left before I couldn't take it anymore. I'd go out of control, killing everything in my wake. The new moon. The time when every Faewolf that became what it is by the power of the bite goes completely and utterly psychotic.

An image took place in my head...

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I was standing in the middle of a field. The grassy planes went on for ever and there is no sign of civilization, horizon or trees any in any direction. That's how I knew that I was delusional. Whirling around, my eyes widening in shock and my legs going weak at the knees, I found myself standing no more than thirty metres away from my father.

"You actually thought you could escape me?" He bellowed from where he stood. My heart galloped wildly. A storm is brewing behind him and the lightning crackled and striked at the ground igniting the long grass. HE was controlling it, I realised. It rose up behind him and boomed and exploded, sending a shower of sparks that rained down over him. He was completely unharmed.

"I'll haunt you everyday, every night and even in your dreams. A day won't go by where you're not checking behind all the doors that you walk past, in case I have finally hunted you down. To fulfil the only purpose that I was brought into this world for. To kill you!" He screamed this last part, while the fire roared behind him. A unhinged look devoured his face and he snarled, all sharp teeth showing, his eyes glowing brilliantly. Highlighting all the characteristics of a fullblood Fae. A crossbow formed in his hands and aimed the red cross of his scope at me. My father was a perfect shot, and I knew and he knew that he wouldn't miss. The advantage I had against him was that my reflexes were super fast, coming from my wolf side. He fired the arrow, and everything slowed down. The fire died down and quieted, the storm slowed, my father freezed and the arrow decelerated. I caught the arrow centimetres from my heart, the frigidness of the oak wood stinging my hand. Then everything erupted into chaos once more.

I thought I was free, so as I turned to run, my feet wouldn't move. They were frozen in place. Vines started crawling up my legs, tightening and constricting, cutting off the blood flow. I looked up and I knew why... Fire was coming towards me, roaring, growing and crashing, a blazing inferno. My hands instinctively coming up to protect my face, the heat was searing. It melted my skin. It burned my hair. And it hurt like fucking hell. I am in raw agony and it hurts too much to cry. A girl screamed in the distance. My surroundings suddenly faded around me and I was standing in front of Rosalie's home once more. All of my body intact and my hair untouched. Rosalie.