Call on a Distant Pack

Chapter 6: The Eyes in the Dark

The house was unusually quiet (after the argument Evelyn had overheard). Her aunt, Doreen, had retired to her room, leaving behind a faint echo of footsteps on the creaking floorboards. Evelyn stood there, frozen, for what seemed like hours; her mind replayed the animated conversation between Doreen and Xavier.

The medallion she had found earlier was in her palm. She couldn't let go; the strange symbols carved on it glowed faintly in the dim light of the lamp. It buzzed with a special warmth on her skin, almost as if it were alive.

She couldn't explain why she felt compelled to take it off after leaving it earlier. It seemed as if it was calling to her, asking her to stay by her side.

Her aunt's words rang in her ears: "You should have said it now! It's marked, Xavier!" The anger, the urgency—everything seemed to point to one thing.

Something was wrong with Evelyn. Something was attached to the medallion, the glowing markings on her shoulder, and the howling wolves that appeared only outside her window. The shadows (in the room) seemed to stretch and twist as if they were alive; the faint glow of lightning kept them at a short distance.

Evelyn's fingers tightened around the medallion. Maybe it was just her imagination, or maybe the house really did seem different that night, less heavenly and more like a trap. The silence was broken by a slight noise from outside. Her heart skipped a beat (unexpectedly). Evelyn stood up and looked out the window.

At first, she saw only darkness, the kind that seemed impenetrable, endless. Then a movement. A sphere of something just beyond the tree line, at the edge of the woods behind the house. Her pulse quickened. Was it the wind rustling the branches, or something else?

She moved closer to the window (taking care to keep a dim light behind her) so as not to be seen. Looking through the curtains, her breath misted the window a little.

The courtyard of the house stretched out like a dark void; the edge of the forest seemed threatening from afar. And then she saw them. Two golden eyes.

They shone in the dark, motionless, sharp as knives. Evelyn gasped (it was the same piercing gaze she had encountered in the woods a few days ago), now fixed on her house.

On this. Her fingers opened, and the medal fell to the ground (with a slight c***k).

The noise tore her out of her trance; she left the window. Her heart was beating so hard that she could hardly hear anything else. Was it the same wolf? The one that had been watching her in the forest? The creature didn't move.

She just stared at him, her eyes glowing faintly in the darkness like two embers. Evelyn couldn't look away. There was something about the wolf's presence that seemed unnatural to her. She didn't know whether to run or fight or if the creature would let her choose.

A table creaked behind her, and she turned, panting. Her aunt stood there, her face pale, her mouth in a grim line. "You saw him, didn't you?" Doreen whispered, her voice barely audible.

She didn't seem surprised, just resigned, as she had expected Evelyn's throat to be dry.

"Look... there's a wolf outside. It's looking at the house." "It's not just a wolf," Doreen said suddenly, approaching. Her eyes moved away from the window, her expression darkening. "They're not wolves." "Not what you think." "What do you mean?" Evelyn's voice cracked as panic crept in.

"Why is it here?" What do they want from me? Doreen hesitated, her gaze falling to the cabinet on the floor. She bent to pick it up, her fingers trembling slightly as she held it in her palm. "This locket," Dorin whispered, almost to herself, "It should never have been found. It's what connects you to them." That's why they're here. Evelyn took a step back, her mind racing.

"You're not making sense!" "First you tell me I'm marked, and now this? What does that mean? I'm connected to them. What am I? Dorina's face hardened. "The package."

These words made Evelyn tremble. "They've been watching you for years, Evelyn (waiting for the right moment)," Doreen continued, her voice low but strong, almost as if she were reciting a truth she had long tried to ignore. "And now that you've discovered the medallion, they know you're prepared."

"Prepared for what?" Evelyn asked disappointedly. "What do they want from me (even if I had to know)?" "They want you to fulfill your role," said a deep, hard voice from the shadows of the hallway. Evelyn's head snapped up, and her heart clenched. Xavier stepped out of the darkness, his gaze cold and calculating.

She stepped into the light, her imposing presence filling the room.“What are you doing here?” Doreen shouted, glaring at her. “I came to make sure you did your job,” Xavier said, his gaze drifting away from Evelyn. “But you obviously haven’t done anything to prepare. Prepare me for what?” Evelyn’s voice rose, her panic turning to anger.

“Someone needs to start giving real answers!” Xavier ignored her and turned to Doreen. "She doesn't have time to learn at her own pace." "The package is already here." They watch her, waiting for her to come to them. If she doesn't, they take matters into their own hands. Doreen with her hair. "She's not ready, Xavier. You know this very well.

""She has no choice," Xavier complained. "Marcus has already woken up. The medallion has chosen her. Whether she is ready or not, the pack will seek her out. If she resists..." He didn't finish the sentence, but the ominous weight of his words hung in the air.

Evelyn's mind raced. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't be in the middle of an ancient feud between wolves and... what, exactly? Her past? His family secrets? He turned from the window, his chest tight.

The wolf was still there, his golden eyes fixed. And then he moved. The creature stepped out of the shadows, its slender silhouette illuminated by the moonlight. It was massive, its fur a deep silver-grey that shimmered faintly in the light. Its presence was majestic and intimidating, its gaze never leaving Evelyn.

Evelyn's knees nearly gave way as the wolf lifted its head and let out a long, wailing howl. The sound pierced the silence of the night, echoing through the house and deep into Evelyn's chest. "He's calling you," Xavier said seriously. Evelyn turned to him, eyes wide. "What if I go and see him?" Xavier's expression darkened. "You'll find out who you really are.

" "What if I don't?" He didn't answer, but the look in his eyes was enough to freeze Evelyn's blood.

The wolf howled again, and this time he wasn't alone. More screams were heard, echoing deep in the forest. Evelyn held her breath as she realized they were surrounded. “They won’t wait long,” Xavier said quietly.

“You have a choice to make, Evelyn.”

Evelyn looked at her aunt, then at Xavier, then at the window, her eyes shining in the darkness.

Her mind raced, and her body trembled. And then, as if the decision had been made for him, the front door opened, the night air curling in.