Instincts

Chapter 3 - Broken Doors and Empty Wallets (Part 2)

A/N:

Hey, all! Just continuing the last passage! Thanks for sticking with me, everybody. Happy readings! :)

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Story Vocab/Key:

Voice: As I mentioned in the previous chapter, the Voice is a nonverbal "mental line" that the pack uses to communicate with one another. Important!! Voice communications are set off/marked by conversations/dialogue set in italics.

Guard: Like in actual wolf packs, Hyatt's pack has a ranking system, and the position of "Guard" is certainly one of them. (Think Alpha and Beta.) Their roles in the pack will be explained later. Your patience is greatly appreciated. :)

Laquai, Iora: Laquai is the pack and Iora is the "nation" where the main plot is set around. Basically, our story's setting. Hyatt explains it.

Haze: It is the energy source that the character draw from in order to get power to feed whatever action they need to execute. It is usually only needed for battle purposes. It is also expelled when they shift into their alternate forms, as deomstrated below.

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A/N: By the by, the flashback from part 1 is over now.*

    Hyatt looked back over to the door that still had to be fixed; it was kept up by a chair on both sides. Aiden still still hadn't paid him back after three days. Hyatt felt slightly annoyed. Although, he hadn’t had a chance; the boy hadn’t shown up since his freak out the few days before. And Hyatt knew why. But the First Guard could not hide from it forever, no matter how much he’ll try. And Hyatt was sure Aiden the young man would do just that. But, the boy did have a history of being good at avoiding the impossible.

    “Svetta!” a voice called out. Hyatt heard it from the outside; all the windows in the room were wide open. He recognized the voice immediately as the little girl’s mother. She must have come to find her daughter; Svetta had a bit of an adventurous spirit and did not always report her whereabouts to her mother, and, as she was a bit too young to use her Voice, it was left up to others to find her. “She’s in here, Meredith!” Hyatt yelled back. The little girl happily shouted to her mother and Hyatt released her so she could run to the window to look out and see her. “You get here now, young lady!” Meredith furiously returned. Looked like Hyatt was right on Svetta’s escaping; Meredith only used that tone when she was worried over her daughter’s whereabouts. Svetta’s face immediately darkened and she turned to Hyatt with pleading eyes. “Don’t look at me.” Hyatt said. “Your mother is frightening.” The last time he had tried to help the cub, Meredith almost screamed him out.

    “Look! Look, Hyatt, look!” Svetta’s high-pitched voice suddenly brightened. He saw the girl jumping up and down, pointing to the other end of the room. “She’s awake! She’s awake!” She was bouncing; her attention now turned something else. Hyatt leaned out of the chair and glanced to the stranger, and did indeed see that her eyes were open. He was surprised at how bright her eyes really were when she was awake. At the moment, they were only slightly open, and she looked a bit dazed. Hyatt quickly rose and walked towards the bed, trying to avoid Meredith glaring at him from the ground floor outside. He knelt by the bed, resting his elbows on his knees. “Hello, Miss Light Eyes.” He greeted in a cordial voice. “Have a nice nap?” Her eyes widened a little more and their gaze slowly slid to the side, looking at the young man with an almost empty look. Hyatt offered her a smile.

   And, with that gesture, the girl’s eyes shot open. She bolted straight up, looking around sporadically, as if just realizing where she was. The blanket that had been covering her slid off with her quick movement, and, unfortunately, it seemed that keeping her warm wasn’t the only function the blanket had been serving. Meredith’s horrific screams could be heard while Hyatt made a mad dive to grab Svetta, who had been eagerly watching the girl, and covered her innocent eyes. “Hyatt Blacklocke!” the woman outside screamed in outrage while Hyatt frantically tried to close the windows and shades while still shielding the little girl’s face. The stranger looked around in a confused fluster, backing up against the headrest. “Andrea!” Hyatt yelled. “Why isn’t the girl wearing any clothes?”