Orion

Six. My Name is Mahogany, Not Chaos

Bloodlust as an alpha- as a wolf in general-wasn't the same as it was for the vampires. They experienced bloodlust because that was their essential source of life. When a wolf felt bloodlust, it wasn't to drink.

It was to kill.

Orion wanted to destroy that woman of whom was missing the runes. He wanted to destroy her before she could destroy him.

The sun rose, and the other members of the coven who lived in the area went about their day normally. Chaos stayed in her home. Orion waited for hours, watching that house. Eventually, dusk started to settle in once more, and as it did, the moon, like she had been, was cool on Orion's shoulder. She was watching him, not steering him this time, and it was strange. She wasn't exposing what he should do, but that was fine. Who the hell was he, awaiting answers from a glowing rock? A dubious snort fell from his muzzle.

She was in her room. He'd moved around the house, following her, just like he had he previous night where she'd stepped out in nothing but a t-shirt, her long, smooth legs exposed to the cold night air like it didn't bother her. She had looked for him, as calm as ever as she had done so, talking to him, and though he'd never heard her speak in the dreams, Orion knew it was her. She had the same tone as that laugh he'd dreamed her having. The woman's voice, just like her body, seemed to have been sculpted by the moon; it was cool like the deity's, yet soft and calming. Feminine.

Orion watched her. She was sitting in the bed, in that same t-shirt from the previous night. She was touching different items, and while her eyes were open, they were glazed over, and though it seemed like the woman was staring out the window, somehow through the trees covering Orion, he knew she couldn't see him.

He fought the urge to inch closer. He was already mere yards from the house, and if she shook her trance long enough, and looked out the window, the woman would be bound to see him. But she didn't. Once all was still in the house, Orion rose from where he'd been lying on his stomach with his eyes on Chaos.

In the visions, her eyes were white, glowing marbles. Now, they were just the color of whiskey with flecks of gold in them. She blinked, and even from where he was in the trees, almost fifty feet out, he could see the moment that she left her trance. Her lips were partly open, and she blinked a few more times, a confused look dominating her expression.

Orion watched her stand up, grab a pen and some paper, write something, and then leave the large sheet she'd written on lying on her bed. She put the items she had been touching in a leather drawstring back that was weathered from years of use.

She put items that seemed meaningless to Orion in that bag with so much care that he decided that that would be the first thing he took from her. There was a few stones, one of which was black. There were two others that were brown, and purple, and they shimmered and seemed to glow. She ran her fingers over the flat surface, then put them in the bag, mouthing something that even Orion couldn't pick up with his advanced hearing. After that, a large shard of glass was put in- all the edges but one had been rounded out. Orion had been watching this woman calmly until she put that shard in, because it was the shard from the first dream. A small lump of silver followed. And it sizzled against her skin. The woman didn't even flinch. She actually played with the silver.

He knew he was sent to kill for a reason. He knew it was real, that he hadn't made up the whole idea in his mind!

Twelve pieces of thread came next. She counted them once, twice, three times, before nodding in approval and putting them in that same satchel.

What the hell was she doing?

The moon had yet to show him this many parts of one of his dreams in real life, yet he was seeing so many elements. Not paying full attention, Orion growled lowly, pawing at the ground with his left paw-the one with the bleeding rune.