The Prophecy of the Red Wolf [WattpadPrize14]

Chapter 24

“Checking…in…at…four…A…M… No…change… Still…unconscious…” I mumble as I type the latest text message to Trevor. 

Right after George cleared Arianna to be physically fit and had probably just fainted, I called Trevor to update him like I said I would. Instead of the supposed ritual being the focal point of the conversation, Arianna’s collapse eclipsed everything else that happened last night. Since there wasn’t much that Trevor nor I could do, I’ve been tasked with sending him hourly updates. 

Still clutching my phone, I drop my head into my hands, kneading the throbbing vein at the base of my neck with my free hand. I close my weary eyes, which I’m pretty sure are bloodshot by now since I hadn’t bothered to try to sleep, in case Arianna wakes. 

Pulling back, I study Arianna’s peaceful features and glorious silky mane, spread out on the pillow and think back on my phone call with Blake. 

It had been just after I hung up the phone with Trevor that I decided to call Blake. For some reason, his chirpy chatter seemed to be something I craved for at the moment. 

After the casual exchange of pleasantries, I broke down and blurted everything that had happened tonight, down to the fact that I’ve been watching Arianna ‘sleep’ for the last four hours. She collapsed at nine in the evening. 

At first Blake responded in his signature Blake way with the countless ‘oh my God’s that I really hadn’t bothered to count. And then as if a switch was flipped, he mellowed down and began to spout wisdom. 

“Well.. Look at it this way, Cal. As the prophesized red wolf, Ari’s life will be in constant danger if her identity becomes public knowledge. Suppose it is the Moon Goddess’ way of protecting her by not having her tattoo be silver. Red colored tattoos are quite common, I believe…” Blake mused, no doubt trying to figure out if there really is such a thing as red colored tattoos. 

I have to say, Blake made sense to a certain extent. It is common knowledge that only the Council of Twelve have silver tattoos. And since Arianna isn’t one of the Twelve, having a silver tattoo was equivalent to being marked as a target. I shudder at that thought. 

Arianna didn’t wake until early the next morning. Stroking her hair lightly, I watch as Arianna’s eyelids flutter open a little after seven in the morning. 

“Hey beautiful.. How are you feeling?” I ask, sliding down to Arianna’s eye level, pulling her close for a tight hug. Relief flowing through my veins. 

***** 

Buzz… There goes my phone. Again. I don’t need to be a psychic to know that it’s Arianna texting me. She’s been texting every few minutes since I left for work at 9AM. 

It’s been a month since “the circle” as Arianna dubs the event where she got her new tattoo. In addition to that, we also discovered that Arianna is now connected via mindlink to the Council of Twelve. 

The difference is, while pack mindlinks have a radius limit of thirty miles, Arianna’s mindlink to the Council has no limits. She can literally mindlink any of the Twelve scattered all around the globe. In Nate’s own words, “That’s simply awesome!!!” 

And in the month since “the circle”, we’ve been trying to figure out what the significance of the tattoo is and how Arianna’s supposed to find and declare the new king. 

In the first week, we had a week-long argument about Arianna’s red tattoo. With Blake back in Florida, Arianna still on our pack lands with Michelle and TOP and Nate and I back at work in NYC, we spent hours and hours on 3 way calls throwing out our theories and arguing like lawyers on a case.