Chapter 2

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Five years later it happened again, I'm fifteen now. More Changelings and Kirin went missing. One of them - was me but I didn't let them take me without a fight - I mean who can blame me, I didn't want to know what they are going to do to me. Lucky my brother got away intime, however this was not the case for me. After many attempts to get away from the horned-wolves I realized they weren't going to give in and I didn't want to either. I was getting exhausted, so I let it them be and without resisting went with them. I had many scars all over my body from those several attempts to escape and could barely walk in a straight line.

I was then brought to a wolf den with a big cage inside. There was blood everywhere and I mean everywhere. There was also what looked to be several knives on the floor, socked with the blood of its last victims. I started to shake in fear but I put on my brave face and continued to do what the horned-wolves wanted me to do. From what I could see there were only two horned-wolves but I didn't what to underestimate them as from the state of the den and from what they did to me earlier, they may be capable of much more. Unfortunately, I was right.

They pushed me and the others into the cage and started murdering us. One by one the victims succumbed to their wounds, it was painful just watching the horned-wolves slowly cutting into the hide of the captured. A couple of days later they were all gone except for me, one of the horned-wolves came over and spoke to me in a soft whisper.

"Don't worry we haven't forgotten about you."

I replied shakenly "Who are you? What do you what from me?"

"I'm Khara and that's Ranner, she'll tell you the rest." replied the wolf in the same soft whisper.

Ranner came over to join Khara and boldly spoke to me " If you don't do what I say or if your brother doesn't do what I want him to do than this knife will be embedded in your skin, just like the rest of them. Your brother will not be harmed. You have our word."

I didn't know what to do or say but I slowly questioned out of curiosity "my brother?"

They just started to laugh at me, I was confused, thoughts started to run through my mind: did they have my brother, did they capture him, is he looking for me, does he have what they want, what do they want? I paused for a second, the Immortality Turner. This necklace is what binds us together and if one gave it away the other would slowly weaken, start to bleed from the inside and as a result die. 

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