Blood Moon

Chapter 3

We were currently out in the forest Coen said I would be allowed to look in this part of the forest while he went in the opposite direction but I had no doubt that he was aware of my location no matter how far apart we were, to be honest he unsettled me like hell. Something about him was too slippery for me to grasp.

I focused on the my scent, I was right back where I was shot and I couldn’t help the slight budding anger as I thought about Coen shooting me down, stupid asshole. As I suspected the faint was practically nonexistent but I couldn’t give up. The need to know where I came from dominated all thoughts.

How was it possible to not remember anything, not a sole thing about your past? Did I not live or something, did I not have precious memories, strong happy memories, scarring memories?

The scent led me a mile or two ahead but that’s where it ended. I whined as I sniffed the ground thoroughly hoping for some clue. I began to look for paw prints, tufts of fur, broken branches, and out of the corner out of my eye I saw Coen materialize.

Shifting back I crouched low, “Stop doing that. I could have killed you.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t think so you hesitated the last time.”

I rolled my eyes, “I was still trying to figure out whether or not you were friend or foe. Anyways this is where the path ends because of you I lost the one chance I had. The scent has faded.”

He threw me a big sized t-shirt which I swiftly put on, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome and I apologize. In this case you are right but there is no sense in crying over spilled milk. Let’s see if we can find something else.” He stared at me for a while with an emotion I did not understand but I couldn’t dwell on it much further as he began searching the surrounding tress.

“It just makes things more difficult but if I was running like a crazy person last night then there’s bound to be something. I just don’t understand why I can’t remember anything. Could it be the first shift made me traumatized?” I asked not expecting an answer.

“I don’t think that is the case because the memory of your shifting wouldn’t have been so clear, it would have been blocked out as well.”

“I supposed,” I mumbled, distracted. Up ahead a few feet to my right I saw a tree fallen with several branches broken. Beyond the tree long there were other similar broken branches. I quickly jumped over the roots and followed. I could hear Coen’s footsteps behind me.

The path was clear as day, there were even traces of fur and I could smell that it belonged to me. My heart soared with excitement, glad that at least something was going right. It lead us down for a few miles, I have no idea how many hours passed but the path led us up and down hills and around a bend I could hear the rushing sound of water. The river! I clearly remembered the river last night.

“Wow it’s beautiful.” I gasp out after running so much. The river stretched for miles up and down stream, as for length it stretched pretty wide. “Did I swim across?” I frowned trying to think what else happened…I don’t remember every crossing it or swimming. I scraped my mind trying to remember the cool water. Nothing.

I sit on the edge of the river bank and slip my feet in and enjoy the feel of the cold water as it caresses and soothes my feet.

Coen walks along the river bank studiously.

“I think we’re at another dead end,” I yell after him, “I don’t smell anything.”

“It doesn’t hurt to look; it could be that you did swim across. We aren’t in the Moon’s territory; this is all no man’s land.” He informed me as he crouched down beside me.