The Golden Wolf

Wolfy Mind Speak

Hi, guys. Sorry it took a bit for this upload. I like to be at least 3 parts ahead in my writing before I update a chapter, and I fell behind. This way I'm able to go back and tweak things if I need to. Plus college is starting again soon so I'm immeasurably stressed, but it's my last year and I'm so excited to graduate and get married. 

Anywho, I'm going to be slowly putting pictures of the cast in the first few chapters of the book, so if you haven't looked at those in a while, check back every now and then to see how I picture Kaliya and the others. 

Happy reading! 

Part of her mystery

is how she is calm 

in the storm and

anxious in the quiet

~JmStorm

Birds are chirping, but not much light seeps through my eyelids, telling me it's still early in the morning. Goosebumps raise on my arms, and I pull the blankets tighter around me. I hate being cold. I pry my dry eyes open, looking at the unfamiliar wood floor, and slowly allow my senses to come back to me. Werewolves.

Something moves behind me, and I nearly jump out of my skin. Turning over, I find Abarron, his beautiful eyes hidden by his eyelids as he snores lightly, laying above the covers. His face is smooth, free of the creases ever present when he was conscious. He had discarded his shirt, and I can see his lean, muscular back, covered in the zebra-like stretch marks. His tattoo sits between his shoulder blades, a strong script font.

A beautiful killer.

I slowly and carefully pry myself from under the blankets, the sweats hanging low on my hips as my feet touch the cold floor. The window has been open all night, letting the cold dampness of late September seep into the house. I take the knife and razor from the bedside table and shove them into the pocket of my pullover, trying to be silent as to not wake Abarron. I need to hide my mask better. I don't know if they plan on searching my car, or if they already have, but either way, I need to know and I need to prepare. I make my way silently through the dim house and out the front door, still just an empty hole, not bothering with shoes. The grass was cold and dewey, long enough to wet my ankles. Clouds cover the sky and a slight breeze blows, making a shiver run through me. I pull up my sweats, and pull the sleeves of the pullover down over my cold hands.

They kept the doors of my car unlocked, and as I peek into the back passenger side door, I can see a sweatshirt still stuffed under the passenger seat. My mask is hidden in there. I step back. So they haven't touched it yet. I would need to make sure they didn't find it.

"Whatcha doing?" I hear Fen's voice behind me.

I spin, and find him standing there behind me, small in a large light blue sweater. His pale hair is mussed from sleep and he rubs his tired blue eyes.

I scramble for an excuse as to why I was near my car so early in the morning. I know it looks like I'm trying to escape, and they wouldn't like that.

"What's going on?" Abarron calls from the open doorway.

"Nothing!" I call back.

I hear a growl, and rip my eyes away from Abarron just in time to see something moving in the tree line. Fen shrieks, and grabs my wrist, pulling me toward the house. Abarron is yelling, but I can't make it out through the blood rushing through my ears as wolves emerge from the tree line. I stumble, falling to the wet grass, soaking the sweats and adding weight to them. I look up and see Abarron shifting into a wolf and leaping through the air, landing in front of Fen and I and letting out a loud, low growl.