Guardian Angelwolf {In Editing}

chapter 22-Kitsune

Chapter Twenty-Two

The Kitsune

Peyton's P.O.V

         I fell asleep soon after Faye left. When the other campers

decided to come back to the cabin, I didn't want to be awake to see

them. Even though it was a bit relieving to know what I'd done to

Angela wasn't entirely my fault, I couldn't help feeling guilty-not

when I could still remember the open look of vulnerability in her

eyes.

       It wasn't just that though. I think I was both physically, and

mentally tired. Too many traumatic events took place around me at this

camp. Yeah, thanks to Faye the mystery of my tattoo had been cleared

up-but now I was told I was going through something called : 'The

Heat'.

Really.

      Plus-how was I going to explain what happened out there to

Emily-Rose and Matt? They probably thought I was freaking crazy. So. I

decided to do what I did best. Avoid them. I slept soundly for about

three hours after Faye left, a deep, dreamless sleep that left me

ignorant to whatever was going on in the outside world.

Then-I woke up.

     It was sudden-and I didn't know why. Usually, I slept right

through 'til morning, but suddenly, I was just snatched from the world

of the dead. Yawning slightly, I looked around our dark cabin. Almost

every bed had a rise in it, with the covers pulled over. That meant

everyone was asleep.

    The window on the wall facing my bed was opened widely to my

confusion, allowing the wind to make the white, lacy curtain flutter

madly. Outside in the blue-black sky was a full moon. I smiled. It's

palish-yellow glow was sort of beautiful. If I looked closely, I

almost thought I could picture a wolf inside of it. That made me think

of my tattoo.

     I sat still on my bed for a minute, breathing in the clear night

air that swept through the window. Cold but refreshing I allowed it to

encompass me. I closed my eyes slowly, feeling suddenly at peace. Only

four more days to go.

    Suddenly, I was startled as I felt a sharp rap at the cabin door.

I sat up straight, the hairs on my neck sticking up. Honestly. Who

could be knocking at this hour? Hesitantly, I crept towards the door,

feet padding softly against the wooden floor.

       It was probably stupid, but I couldn't help thinking about