Destined

Chapter Two

                                                         One week later

I tug my shoes on pulling the laces tight and tying them onto my feet. Standing up I grab my jacket and keys before heading out the door. I shove my keys in my pocket before sticking my earbuds in my ears and blasting music against my eardrums. I stretch in tune with music before jogging away down the sidewalk, remnants of the rain last night splashing up against my ankles as my feet slapped against the pavement. I just run my mind wandering as I push myself forward my calves burning nicely as I work my way up the hill leading past the pack house.

My thoughts turn to the strange voice I'd been talking to like a crazy person, maybe I am crazy. That didn't explain how that Vipera ended up dead in the clearing, what could have the power to mind link a pack member without being a part of it? The frustration with this situation had me panting as I pumped my legs harder trying to force my aggravation out of my pores with the sweat that was moistening my skin.

There's no need to get worked up about the situation Elizabeth, I am just a helpful stranger is all.

His voice in my head startled me making me stumble, losing my footing I slam to the concrete skinning the palms of my hands and shredding the skin on my knees. I gasped in pain as I pushed myself off my hands and knees into a sitting position.

What the hell man? You can't just start talking like that, I just wiped out while sprinting cause you scared the shit out of me.

Are you injured? The concern in his voice was palpable as I plucked little rocks out of the scrapes on my knees before they healed and I had to go get my knees cut open over and over to get them all out. Again.

I'm all right, just some scraped knees and palms. Probably the worst scraped knees I've had but I'll live. Seriously though don't just blurt shit out when I'm running that hurt.

I could ask you the same Elizabeth, though you may not mean to you are very loud when you are over thinking things.

How is wondering if I'm crazy overthinking things? Standing up I began power walking the rest of my jogging route thinking it'd be best not to run and hold a conversation with the voices in my head at the same time.

The voices in your head? Are there others? I could feel his amusement bouncing around in my skull and I rolled my eyes.

Are you always listening in on my thoughts?

Sometimes, especially when you are projecting and unknowingly shouting at me.

How often does that happen? I ask feeling my face get red in embarrassment.

More than you'd probably like to know. Sensing the smile behind his words I groaned heavily making a chuckle echo across my thoughts.

Well any answers on the questions I was apparently shouting at you? Who and what are you?

Afraid not Elizabeth, those are answers you will not be able to know for quite a while.

How long?

Knowing you probably sooner than I would like.

I am pretty persistent when I want to be. You're really stubborn though.

That is also true, well until next time fiore di Luna.

What does that mean? The words sounded beautiful and elegant as they flowed through my head.

It means moon flower. I smiled softly and didn't say anything else as I finished my route and turn up the walk way to my house. Heading inside I go straight to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Stripping down I jump in the shower and scrub the sweat from my skin. I hum to myself as I finish up my shower shaving my legs and scrubbing my coconut shampoo into my scalp. As I climb out of the tub my phone begins ringing, wrapping myself quickly in a towel I hurry to the living room where I had tossed my phone onto the couch on my way to the bathroom.