Alpha Faye

Chapter Eight

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~Faye

"Cal," I say softly, my eyes unable to remove themselves from the gaze of the escaped Silent. "I think you need to turn around.

In time with a single flinch, he twists around, his bow loaded for a split second before he shot in the direction of which I was staring. I made the mistake of blinking, missing the arrow hit right into the tree, where T had originally been standing.

He was gone. Just like that.

"Is that your way of distracting me?" he asks, a dazzling smile attempting to mask my earlier fright. I simply blink, completely stunned by what I am looking at. Cal's shot would have been fatal had the Silent been standing there.

Had he been? Or has he plagued my mind to the point where I'm having hallucinations and I actually thought he was there?

Cal distracts me by walking in front of me, pausing with the fledging of each arrow pressed lightly against his chest. "Want out of here?"

I consider keeping on the subject of T, but I move on, accepting it as a trick of the light.

"That would be nice, thank you," I say. A chill has settled over me since seeing him, so now, I want to go home. "Escort me back, Huntsman?"

If he's surprised that I suddenly want to turn around and walk back to my room, he doesn't show it. Instead, he looks perfectly amused by my current situation pinned to the tree by his arrows. Mercilessly, he plucks each one out, letting me stretch out my arms and step away from that damned trunk.

"Thank you for ruining my clothes," I say, although we both know it doesn't bother me.

"Come on," he says warmly. "Let's get back."

***

Dazed, I blink warily into the darkness, tinted only slightly from the moonlight. The time of night is impossible to tell, considering the last time I slept was after midnight.

I sit up in bed. I just have been stirred by something, and when I glance out my window, I notice hard hitting rain splattering across the glass loudly. That has to explain it. I believe that until I glance slightly to the end of my bed...

A figure stands there, shadowed, even by the moonlight. They stand directly at the foot of my bed, clearly staring at me.

My first instinct is to scream for Cal's assistance, however, my voice is lodged in my throat, as if some sort of imaginary block has been placed where my vocal cords are. I even try to escape, but the feeling of my limbs pinned to my mattress is overwhelming.

I'm not going anywhere.

A flash of lightning brightens the room brilliantly, to the point where the intruders identity is revealed. A part of me isn't even surprised. T, the Silent.

Then he's gone again, and all feeling returns to my limbs in a rush of warmth. My immediate reaction is to stagger out of bed, my sheets entangled around my legs. I barely make it to my bathroom before I throw up, the feeling of distress too overwhelming to manage.

Cal is immediately at my side. He checks my room and around it multiple times before he deems it safe. I only fall asleep when he agrees to keep his door open.