How do you fight the Moon?
The King has fallen to a God.
The world is gathering, surrounding the Northern hemisphere on all side, crushing, strangling the land in a tight noose.
All they demand is Charlie's head. The female Alpha born from two alp...
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The treetops blow a dozen different ways.
Howls whine through the low ground in defiance of the gale.
"I don't trust this, Lana." The wind seems to be tricky, blowing at all angles, unnaturally.
"You would have never come if you don't trust this; it's me you don't trust, so speak what you mean." Lana's voice slips below the fury and is as soft as the cushion of moss we are treading over.
"You're right. I don't trust you."
"What don't you trust?" A shadow drags itself across Lana's face, and her eyes are void of any other life within her.
"I thought I knew you, but I realize I never really knew who you are, Lana."
"I am what I am," she turns her head sharply, looking into the direction we are walking. The path crumbles away from the forest in receipt of the grass plains. I turn my head to see the woods' green-black darkness while the sun shines against the prairie.
"And what is that, what are you?"
"A Healer," she says with a simpleness that betrays the word, Healer.
"I know that already." I sound the same, but it feels as if my voice is carrying down in the rushing stream, and over the long grass we are now walking waist-high through. Lana looks across the grass as if to follow the vibrations. She smiles.
"I wanted to be like you when I was younger."
"I know."
"You never really taught me, did you?" Clearing my mind, closing my eyes, remembering our lessons that held the studies of how to help relieve the sick, but nothing more than that — no real knowledge.
"No, I never taught you what I knew." She roots herself into the spot she stands in. If I inhale, could I exhale and blow her down?
"Why not," asking the question that comes out slightly shaky.
"It wasn't my place to teach you those things."
"So, you kept me ignorant instead?" Each word comes out heavy; there's a feeling in my heart, a pain that travels from there to deep in the gut.
"No, not ignorant, subdued."
"Why would you want to subdue me?" The words come with the sharp feel of teeth spiking through the gums as the Wild watches Lana's minor movements.
"Because you were not ready to be who you are." Her voice seems too careful and even.
"Who decided I wasn't ready?" I am not careful, and the unevenness of my voice lingers in the direction of violence.
