The Moon Kissed

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Chapter 25| All Howl to the Moon Kissed

"When you encountered an Azeon Halfling the other day, Calina, it couldn't smell you first, rather it saw you first. I'm going to assume because you are the wolf that you're more closely related to a wild wolf than to a shifter wolf." Siras says as we stand on the front lawn at four in the morning, "So you have the advantage of not being smelled first. But you don't have to advantage of not being seen." I shiver at the freezing cold temperature and frown at Siras. 

"So you're saying that I'm too loud?" I ask him and he nods, not looking affected by the cold. He did live up in Canada though. I bet it was below freezing up there at this time. 

"That's exactly what I'm saying," He says and I frown again, "So today I'm going to show you how to move without being seen or heard." His words make me groan a little, and he ignores me.

"Why can't you show me how to call the wolves here?" I ask him and he looks back at me as he starts to walk towards the trail leading into the woods. 

'Because you already know how to do that, you just don't believe it's going to work. If you wish to fight in this war and not die, I'd suggest you learn how to not be seen and how to fight first.' He says inwardly and I scowl at him as he turns around. 

I reluctantly follow him into the forest, and we walk for what seems like forever before we reach a place I'm unfamiliar with. 

I decided to ask him a question to cut through the silence as we walked. 

"How did you save me from Ceasar yesterday?" I ask him, and he glances down at me, raising an eyebrow as his expression stays neutral. He was focused and ready to fight, but he was still as calm as ever. 

"Why do you assume it was I who saved you, Starshine?" He fires back and I huff, looking in front of me so that I wouldn't trip off a bloody cliff because that seemed to be a more than common occurrence for me. 

"Rese thanked you," I tell him, "I just don't understand how you saved me and Daise." He hums, not offering any explanation for a few moments. I look over at him after a second, and he suddenly sighs, stopping in the middle of the trail. 

He turns to face me, his calm eyes boring into mine and I felt a numbing tingle ripple up my spine as dark shadows began to whisper behind my ears and they danced across my shoulders tauntingly. I called on the Moon Flames and they created a protective coat around me, blocking out the shadows. Siras's lips twitched up a fraction. 

"You are the Moon Kissed and a wolf. You're not the Moon Kissed wolf." He says and I nod, already knowing that, "I'm the Shadow Kissed and a Hellhound. I'm not a Shadow Kissed Hellhound, Calina." I blink in disbelief of his words. He was a Hellhound. He was a creation of hellfire and death. But he was the epitome of calm and collected. 

"That–that doesn't explain how you saved me." I tell him after a second of hesitation, and his lips curl up, and I watch as his blue eyes start to bleed with red, the color of his wolf eyes. His Hellhound eyes. He takes a step closer and I hold my ground, almost gawking up at him as I feel heat begin to radiate off his body. He was going to show me. 

"No it doesn't, does it?" He asks in amusement, and I frown at him. 

He wasn't going to tell me. 

"How can you be the Hellhound?" I blurt out suddenly, the question itching in the back of my mind. He stared at me for a second, his red eyes glimmering, and then he took a step even closer to me, our bodies standing inches apart from each other. The heat now radiating off of Siras was warming me up and blocking out the cold air that surrounded us.