The Weeping One (MXW)

The Beckoning

Oh the beauty of the sun. The end of darkness and the end of my lonely hours. I woke from my short slumber and peeled myself out of my bed. I walked towards my closet and removed my blue jeans and black v-neck. I rushed to turn on the shower and engulf my body in heat filled bliss.

After my shower I prepped myself for my day. My mouth was clean, hair styled, clothes on and smelling fresh. I loved the mornings. A brand new start to a brand new day.

I walked to the pack house. I needed to get thru my morning pack work so I could meet the Guard for training. Training was the best part of my day. Feeling the burn of muscles and sinew as we exercised our human and wolf sides, I loved every minute.

Sitting at my desk, shuffling my paper work from one pile to the other, I aimlessly drifted into unconscious thoughts:

I saw the most beautiful child. She looked to be a small five years old. Sweet features on her heart shaped face. Porcelain skin, a small spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose. A heart shaped top lip in a deep pink shade hovered softly against a full bottom lip. Her hair was above her shoulders, baby fine in a sun kissed hue of blonde. Her bright green eyes stood far above her other features. They were large and captivating. She walked aimlessly thru the small cove of forest in her front yard. Leaning against a short full tree, she drew on papers one minute, the next she was swirling the dry dirt beneath her bare feet with a stick. She seemed to be mumbling to herself. 

Suddenly a tall man, of faintly Italian decent snatched her off the ground. He drug her small frame behind him while he menacingly trekked towards the door of the home. Her eyes were wide with fear. He quietly closed the door behind them.

Where was he dragging that sweet angel? What was he going to do to her? Why was no one else around? My thoughts pounded against my brain in a low throb. I want to know what happened to that little girl.

My Beta, Jackson, mind linked me snapping me from my disturbing vision.

"Darius" he spoke.

"Yes, Jackson?" I questioned.

"I got an odd feeling in the human realm!" He breathed out.

"Yeah, me too. I just saw a vision." I stated.

"Would it hurt to pop in, I'm feeling uneasy?" Jackson requested.

"No, thank you for coming to me. I'm heading there now. Would you accompany me please?" I almost pleaded.

"Yeah! Of course! Meet me at the front of the pack house in 3 minutes, if that's ok." He replied.

"Be right there!" I shouted.

As I locked my office doors, I couldn't help but feel blessed at how in sync Jackson and I were. His presence brought me great comfort. He is my best friend. I needed him to go along with me. I knew he was capable of rational decisions, especially in times where I was not.

I met Jackson at the front of the pack house and we entered the hidden portal to the human world. Florida. That's where we landed. It was a warm, clear day. The sun kissed feather light rays upon our skin.

We used our tracking abilities, in our human forms, to follow the aura of the troubled child. It lead us South, to the end of the state. We chose to shift into our wolves and run the 100 miles down thru the light Forrest that lined the Golden State.

It took no time with our werewolf speed to make it in front of the house that appeared in my vision. I could here the sounds of six human heartbeats in that very small home. The  duplex was at the right of the property. We could see a couple windows with sheets blocking our view.