Her Spirt|Wolviea

|Part Four| Drawn To Her

I wake naturally to the sunrise, rays of light heating my fur. I force myself up and shake of the snow and dust that had collected on my coat, after checking my surroundings I shift.
I take of the dark moss green coat to draw less attention to myself and casually walk out of the alley with it draped over one shoulder to join the small flock of people making their way down the pavement. While walking I let my hair down, running my fingers through to make myself more presentable.
I head further into the heart of the city, catching odd looks from dogs as I pass. With no assigned destination I stroll down the sidewalk, I need to find myself a place to call base, a food and water source but before all of that I need a place to train. All sources I could easily retrieve from Kayla but I have to think about her safety first. Her needs before mine.
Always.
I'm brought out of my deep though by a large man knocking past me, on instinct I chance after him while slipping the cloak on, the duffel bag he was once holding is now hanging across his back by a strap. Easily I catch up and with one swift kick he's at his knees, feeling were even I casually turn to see who I assume is his friend, barrel pointed to my forehead, finger on the trigger. Innocents back up either frantically talking into a phone or pale and dead still. With one hand I swipe the gun clean out of his grasp and strike his shin all in the same second sending him to the cold white ground and leaving him in not so manly tears as I scent the uniformed humans sprinting this way. Pocketing the pistol I step over the man child and away from the little crime scene, only stopping when I reach the centre of the city marked beautifully with a bare oak tree park littered in a thin blanket of snow and a small wooden stage in the middle. The only thing better than the view is the smell, the fresh scent of the nature and food that humans have brung for winter picnics. I swipe a males clean oversized jacket from behind a happy distracted couple and sit with my knees to my chest after swapping jackets at the roots of a towering autumn tree in the corner of the park. I fiddle around in my pocket, with the safety on I come to realise the gun had no bullets. Meaning it was just for intimidation since there's no fresh scent of gunpowder.
After fifteen minutes of observing the humans surrounding me I leave the area, heading for the outter part of the city we're there's less surveillance.
I nip down behind a line of bushes and with a painless crack of bones a small puff of thick grey smoke I become the legend. By the time I leave the bushes the smoke has faded away, I trot down the sidewalk with my nose in the air. Checking for any danger before assuming the coast is clear, quickly I gain near full speed and gallop around the city. Eventually every road is ran and no possible threat that Kayla could run into is detected. I gaze up to the grey sky to see it's just before midday. I bring myself down to a lazy walk before grabbing my green cloak I left in the bushes and stoping completely and dropping to my stomach a few meters away from the bushes.
That single image of Kayla smiling flashes repetitively in my mind, not just like a wolf but as a human I love my family and would do anything to be with them. But Kayla's the only family I can remember.
It was always Kayla and Blair.
From birth through every milestone we made it together.
Without realising I'm on my paws, heading in the direction of Hatty Drive. I walk, ignoring everything and everyone around me until I'm padding up her stairs. I shift and bring my hand up to the pale beige door , I hesitate.
The risks run through my head, but are quickly dismissed.
I knock.
The few seconds it takes for her to answer feel like centuries.
The door creaks open and her small head pops out.
"Can I help you?" She asks warily
Tears prick my eyes, I can't hold it together. My arms shake lightly. In one swift motion I pull of my hood with one hand and drag my bandana to just below my chin with the other.
Her expression changes in a heart beat.
"Blair!" She shrieks in happiness, throwing herself in my arms
Human emotion overwhelm both of us, only one of us try hold them back.
"We're have you been" she cries
I pull back and grab the notebook from my pocket, she giggles lightly while wiping her tears with her white laced sleeve almost like she just remembered I was born with no vocal cords.
'In the montains, but im here now.' I write in readable hand writing quickly followed by this note 'No one can know im back'
A tint of curiousity and confusion washes over her mood but is quickly replaced by acceptance.
"Okayyy, so your my friend that... just moved in with me?" She says, thinking of a white lie on the spot also implying for me to move in with her
I nod.
She ear piercingly shrieks again and grabs my gloved hand to pull me inside, I'm playfully shoved on the
couch before she skips to the kitchen and barley two minutes later comes back with a tray full of vegetables, sauces, freshly baked bread and meat to make sandwiches for lunch.
"I didn't know what you liked so I just brought it all out" she smiles, impressed with herself
'Thanks, im not picky' I write truthfully
Again she grins.
"Let's play Twenty Questions" She suggests
I raise an eyebrow
"It's were we take turns asking questions and we have to reply truthfully" she explains
I nod without a second thought.
"Okay, I'll start. Do you still have the necklace?" She questions while pulling out her identical one from under her white shirt
I grab it from my pocket and hold it in the light, we both crack a smile
'How do you aford this house' I inquire
"Well I inherited most of our parents and grandparents money when I turned sixteen, I got a great degree and went on to getting a job as a forensic scientist" she replies
Huh... doesn't seem the type to be around a crime scene.
"Were you with anyone?" She asks her second question
'Yes, she kept me there but let me go' I scribble
The bended truth won't hurt, if I said I was alone she would think I didn't want to come back and was there by choice. I have to be careful with my words, she's smarter than she lets of.
'Someone spesial in your life?' I question
"Yeah actually, my boyfriend of two years. Logan Miller" she smiles
I bite into my basically pure meat sandwich.
"What about you?" She wonders
I shake my head. Never have and I don't think I ever will.
'Does Logan live here?' I ask
"Yea, he's at work. He's a mechanic, speaking of work I have to get going. I have this new case about a white wolf that's been roaming around town, feel free to do whatever you want. There's a spear room just down the hall to the right that you can set up for yourself ooohhhh anddd, here's some cash, technically is also yours so spend what you want." She swiftly explains as she stands up and grabs a brown coat from a hook on the door
I wave her goodbye as she exits the house.

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