Regis (Parts I & II)

Chapter 3-Syron

Two days after I agreed to help find that alpha's killer, I found myself packing. The trip was going to be an excruciatingly long one, and I don't know how long I will be gone. It could be a week or two, or maybe even a month, so I pack decently. A couple pairs of clothes, some hygiene products
, and some food mother had packed for me.

I threw everything carelessly into a black duffel bag, not even caring to organize, but I did leave room in the top for one last thing.

I leave my bedroom and walk down the long hallway that leads to the living room. Right away I spot what I need. Hanging above the mantle is a shiny gold case. It takes me standing on my tippy toes to push it up and over the nail holding it to the wall. The glass case is no heavier than a pillow, but it should feel heavy, heavy with memories.

This case hasn't been opened in so long that I forgot about it until now. I fall into our leather couch, breathing deeply.

Carefully, I flick open the golden latch and lift the top. Inside is the object I need. Sitting on satin cloth, a silver dagger lays. It's about a foot long, encrusted at the hilt with rune stones and moon crescents. It glints under the living room lighting.

I test it out in my hands, remembering how much it weighs. It's light for a dagger, but that doesn't affect its ability to take down even the largest wolf.

This old dagger has been in my family for generations upon generations. My father carried it wherever he went as a protection method, and also as a symbol of pride.

I close the case and leave it lying on the table, and head back to my room. I hide the dagger at the top of my bag under some clothes. Now I'm ready.

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I'm heading outside the trails about an hour later. There are old trails leading all the way from our pack to other small towns. It doesn't take long for me to strip of my clothes and throw them in the duffel bag along with everything else. I focus on my wolf, bringing him to the forefront of my mind.

My bones began to crack, snapping in different directions as my skin morphs into fur and my hands and nails bend into claws. My wolf leaps into the air, his sleek black coat on display.

He likes that he is out, and able to run free. He sniffs the dirt a moment the natural scent of nature taking over. The grass, leaves, bugs.

We need to head south to Brandy towards that pack, and we need to hurry. They are expecting us within the next day or so.

He just huffs and sniffs out the direction. Once he locates the south direction, he takes off into a run that way.

Trees pass by in a blur and the clouds roll over our head like speeding cars. Our breath becomes labored and heavier but the thrill is too much to stop now.

Overall it will be about a day and a half to two days trip. That leaves my wolf to run for a day, sleep a few hours, then finish the rest of the way.

So, we run for hours and hours, our paws slapping against the earth. All different sorts of smells greet me like big game to small rabbits. I stop at certain points long enough to refuel and rest before I take off. I get tired after a while do I lay down to rest, enjoying the sounds of crickets.

Once I do lay down, the thoughts start to come. I'm about to walk into an unknown pack, and help a girl I've never met before, find her father. Am I doing the right thing? What if I can't find her father or help avenge their alpha.

I want to help because I know what it's like to lose a parent. My father died shortly after my 10th birthday. It was an eyeopener for me because I didn't know that evil people could be anyone. It was no longer the boogie man, or the joker invading my nightmares. It was the good man wearing the bright cape in my reality.

But I want to help, I realize. I really do, or else I wouldn't be here. I want to bring justice to this girl and her back, and wipe out the boogie man. One less boogie man means one less murderer, and one less murderer means one less family mourning over a loved one. If I can help one less family not ever have to worry about their children or heck themselves dying at the hands of a bloodsucker, then I am really glad to help.

Yeah, It's a rather short chapter, but I needed it to come out. I've been in a writing mood all day so I kinda pulled this out of my butt so here ya go. I hope you enjoyed it and if you did, please press that star at the bottom of your screen? THXXX and Drop a Comment

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