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“Looks as if Kenna is already here,” he analyzed, looking at the smoke and I wanted to put a cover on the chimney so we couldn’t be found but I said nothing. The pit of my stomach was sunken as the thought of Kenna being upset at me and I wanted to avoid a confrontation. Pup ran ahead and pawed at the door with excitement.
CHAPTER 21
He opened the door for me, allowing me to enter first but Pup was first to go in and I saw Kenna still as a wolf, curled by the fire and she lifted her head to acknowledge our arrival. She became human.
“About time,” she sighed then looked at us with a sad smile, “There’s no food here. We’d have to go to town to get some.”
“I’m sorry, MaKenna, I didn’t mean to upset you…I just…,” I spat out quickly feeling guilt reverberate through me.
“Hm,” she turned back to the fire and took a deep breath, “You were more scared of going home than having a chance of finding Garion?”
“No, I mean…no, I don’t want to go home, but…,” I did sound pathetically whiny, “but if Al or Drake find us…”
“They’d take you home?” her voice was sharper now, “It’s already been established that’d be safest for you! Do you think this is some sort of adventure? Is that why you don’t want to go home?”
“What?” I was shocked.
“Kenna…,” Josh warned and Kenna turned on him.
“Don’t ‘Kenna’ me!”
“No. If they found us they’d tried to kill you. And believe it or not, I actually care about you guys. I know this isn’t an adventure in that sense at all and I know you both want to find Garion and I’m just trying to help you. If I’m not being a help then I can just go, but…I’m sorry,” I explained.
“And why would they kill us, Erin?! I don’t get it!” she stood up.
“Because, they…!” I couldn’t find a way to make her understand. I couldn’t tell them the real reason why. I couldn’t say it like this.
“Because why?” she pressured.
“They’re Hunters! Is that not enough?! They kill everyday as a job for strangers who pay them! They exterminate those who cause trouble! They’ll see you guys as…”
“Creatures? Scary monsters that kidnapped their innocent cousin?” Kenna scowled.
“No, I mean, yes, but no…Kenna, that’s not what I meant.”
“What’d you mean then?” her wolf features flashed across her face and for a brief second I was thirteen again standing in the doorway with blood staining the floorboards. Blue eyes were starring back at me with crimson smeared over the light brown fur around his mouth and my sisters…
“I-,” no words could escape my lips. All I could see was her turning into a wolf. All I could see was the hurt in her eyes and the clenching of her fists. I could only think about how much I thought I could trust Uncle Diablo and his pack. They fooled everyone.
Could I really trust either Kenna or Josh?
I turned around and ran from the cabin and I kept running until I was sure I was lost and far enough to collapse and start crying.
The ice blue eyes of Diablo haunted me from behind my closed eyes and even when I opened them I could see him standing there with light brown hair, talking to my dad as if they were best friends. I closed my eyes again.
“You don’t want to hunt?” my dad asked and sounded disappointed.
“I can’t,” I emphasized. I didn’t have the ability that my sisters, Ava and Claire, did.
“All it takes is some training and-”
“Dad, I don’t want to be a killer...,” I was so young and I couldn’t help but cry for failing him. I wasn’t like Ava and Claire; I couldn’t be strong like them. I wasn’t a sorceress like Claire or a hunter like Ava. I was just human.
“I see,” he responded and turned to go to the living room, leaving me crying in the kitchen. I wiped my eyes and went outside to see Uncle Diablo coming from the trees as a large wolf and my heart swelled; I sobbed and ran at him. He became human soon enough to pull me up into a hug and ask me what was wrong.
“I’m not a hunter. I’m not a sorceress. I’m such a bad kid, Diablo, I’m so bad,” I cried and he set me on the ground and crouched before me.
“Erin, you are perfect. You are smart. You are beautiful. You’re not a bad kid,” he assured me and wiped my tears, “Now how about I teach you something you may like?”
I was hesitant to ask what it was but he pulled out some books and gave them to me. My face lit up and I hugged him, “Thank you, Uncle!”
“Read these and I’ll teach you.”
I read all the books within that week and I had perfected the idea of paralyzing, disabling, and, many other things with the pressure of my hands.
Later that week, he taught me how to use pressure points in a fight.
“I can’t do it. It’s too hard,” I was giving up. I couldn’t make Diablo collapse to the ground, I couldn’t get the right spot and he shook his head.
“Try again. I believe in you.”
I did.
Over and over, I tried again but every time he dodged me and wrapped his arms around me, rendering me helpless.
I grunted and tasted dirt in my mouth jumped at him again but he dodged to the side and I spun and was tripped; I landed on my elbow and slumped to the ground.
“Get up. Try again.”
I was frustrated, gave a cry of anger, jumped up and stabbed my finger at his neck. His eyes widened and he buckled and fell to the ground in a heap.
“Uncle! Uncle Diablo, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” I cried out and fell to my knees by him.
Moments later he groaned, “No, Erin, no, that was good. That was very good.”
Tears streamed down my cheeks and I leaned into a tree and curled my knees into my chest and sobbed.
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