Clouded Vision

Clouded Vision, Chpt 6

Chapter Six

The Fallen

She reached over and touched his face again, but folded her hand around his chin. He stared at her, breathing lightly. She smiled at him, and removed her hand.

"Where do I sleep? Vincent asked, his voice odd.

"Well, the only empty room available right now is Adair's. But we can convince someone else to move there and you can

take their room."

"No, it's fine. I'll take Adair's." the last thing he wanted to do is uproot the pack more. "Which one is it?"

"It's down the hall, with the big wooden door. "She smiled. "It's the biggest room in the house; alpha's room, you know."

Vince bit his lip, somewhat upset that he, as a newcomer, had the biggest room. It didn't seem fair.

"Go check it out." Eve urged.

Vincent stood, and walked out of the room. There were four rooms, two on each side. On the end he saw the door. It was

far grander than the others, with a stained glass that portrayed a forest with a small wolf howling on the ledge of a cliff.

He opened the door to see a large spacious room. The bed was large and an onyx black. In the corner was a bookcase.

Skins hung on the walls of deer, rabbits, foxes, and even one of a mountain lion. His carpet was stained with mud and paw prints.

Vince walked over to the bookcase. It was filled with books about werewolves. Legends, stories, and werewolf descriptions, both

fiction and nonfiction. Along with the books was data of past packs in the area, graphs of population, and descriptions along with

pictures of various werewolves. Eve was there, with Devin, others he saw earlier, and to his surprise, saw Auntie May. Vincent studied

the photo, her sharp features, wide nose and lips with warm eyes. He turned the pictures away and studied the furs. They were in

good condition. He scrutinized it closely to see tiny puncture marks. Adair had killed the animals in his wolf skin.

"Is it too strange?" Eve asked entering the room.

"It's very strange." Vince agreed. "But not too much."

"We can throw his stuff away if you'd prefer."

"No, no. I wouldn't dream of invading his space like that. I'll be fine."

"You're sure?"

"Of course. This room, as it is, is more comfortable then I've had since the fire."

"How about the hotel?"

Vince chuckled. "Worse than the alley."

"I can't believe you're really here."

"I...I know. I thought I lost my chance to be part of a pack."

"Well, I'll leave you now." Eve announced. "If you're hungry, go down the stairs and make a left to get to the kitchen."

Vince nodded, studying the room again. When he heard the door close, he got up and looked out the door leading to the

balcony, but didn't go out. He smiled to himself, and said quietly, "It feel exactly like before." But there was some sort of strange

uneasiness in the air.

The next morning, Vincent was ready to go downstairs when Devin came bursting in. "How are you doing?" he asked.