Those Yellow Eyes

The distant cry of wolves, cold gusts of wind whistling in his ears, the metallic smell of blood.

These are the images that have plagued Xavier's sleep for weeks. Thinking nothing of it, he puts it down to school stress and simply tries to ignore it. But he couldn't have been more wrong. Ignorance is not an option; whatever it is that is causing these nightmares clearly wants to be heard. Things only get worse.

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"The person in the mirror stared back at me. As much as I knew it was my reflection, the person that I saw wasn't who I wanted to be. I wanted to be the person I was before. My eyes were a dull brown, not the gleaming yellow I saw before me now. My face was round, not pointed and sharp. My red hair had always reminded me of fire, the way it stuck up all over the place. But while I would have preferred a pleasantly warm fireplace, all I could see now was a raging forest fire, eating up anything in its path.

Our bottom lips quivered as we stared at each other. Tears rolled down both our faces, dripping from our chins and onto our shirts. We both cried, and sobs escaped both our lips. But the expression on the face that mirrored mine showed no ounce of despair in what they had become. If anything, the tears they shed looked as if from happiness, which couldn't be further from my own feelings. They looked proud of themselves.

Proud of what they had made me."

~ Extract from Chapter 9

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