The Rise of the Tribrid

Chapter three

Raven’s POV

I was standing by the window looking at the sky when I heard his footsteps in the hall, dad always walked like that, even when he wasn’t angry.

The door opened, and dad stood there looking at me without a word

“Dad” I said, forcing my voice to be steady because he would know. He studied me without saying anything, his looked at me from head to toe, going over every inch of my body, my pale skin, my trembling hands, the faint burn marks that I hadn’t managed to hide.

“You disappeared during the hunt,” he said finally.

“I felt unwell.”

“Your mother said that.”

“It’s true.”

He didn’t look convinced although his look softened only slightly as he stepped closer to me. “You frightened me,” he said, his voice was low. “You shouldn’t have gone off alone.” I know he’s worried but I still couldn’t tell him, he already worried I haven’t shifted and then if I tell him about this… no

“I didn’t mean to.”He took his time to look at me as if he was searching for something in my face. “You’re different,I don’t know how, but you are.” He said softly

The words hit harder than I expected and I looked away from him “I’m sorry.” I apologized feeling like a failure

“Don’t be,” he said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. “Just, promise me you’ll tell me if something’s wrong.”

“I promise.”He nodded slowly, then turned to leave.

As he left the room, I felt it again, that feeling in my skin, like a light touch, and then a voice, it was very faint and it wasn’t me

“Little wolf, do you hear me?” It murmured .The sound came from somewhere but no where and it made my breath stop

“The moon may not see you, but I do.” I froze.

“Who’s there?” I whispered scared but all I got was silence, thinking I imagined it but then a whisper that chilled me to my bones.

“You’ve woken, my blood”.

I couldn’t get that phrase out of my head, what does it mean? My heart was pounding so bad, I think it might burst right out of my chest. It words were to real for me to have imagined it and no one was with me here.

I sat at the edge of my bed, looking at my door as my dad left, lost and in my thoughts, I couldn’t stop thinking about his words, I could tell he was disappointed, he thought I was fragile, a weak wolf, I’m too sensitive to the things a wolf should endure. If only he knew what really happened yesterday night.

My skin still burns a little from where the sun touched, I covered it with my shawl but I could still feel it and it was uncomfortable.

“You’ve woken my blood”

That voice came again, soft and gentle. I froze.

“Who’s there?” My voice was shaky, I stood up and scanned my room. The curtain moved from the breeze but no one was here. The hairs on my hands stood and goosebumps went all over my body.

I turned to my mirror, and for a second there was something different, my reflection was different. My eyes were red and they were glowing, my pupils were dilated and when I blinked it was gone, just like that.

I held my breath, I gripped the table so hard there was a c***k, I wasn’t tired, it wasn’t my mind playing tricks on me, there’s something in me. I walked slowly back to bed, pulling my shawl tighter around me for a source of comfort.

I thought about the forest, the way my skin burned, the voice I heard in the dark, the red reflection in the lake. What if what i saw wasn’t my mind playing tricks on me but the reflection of what I truly am.

I felt a hum at the back of my head, it was very low. The sound was from outside, it was from inside me.

“You are not what they think you are” the voice was clear now, very clear

“Stop, you’re not real” I whispered

“They kept you sleeping, caged your soul, bound your blood, hid what you are but the min called you and you answered”

I went back hitting my back on the bed headstand. “Get out of my head!” Clawing at my ears

A sudden wind blew out the candles in the room, the room went dark, I could fear my heart beating. I wanted to run but I couldn’t move. The wind stopped so did the voice. The only thing I could hear was my breathing.

I sat hugging my knees to my chest, waiting to see if anything will move to prove to myself that I wasn’t going crazy, but nothing. When I finally gathered the courage to light my candles, my hands were shaking badly. I looked back at the mirror and saw something, like bite marks but when I touched it, it was smooth, nothing was there but I could feel it, like it was pulsating, then it went to my throat.

My mouth was dry, my throat was hurting, I was craving something but I don’t know what it was, then I realized, it was blood. I held my hand over my mouth, disgusted by the thought, but my cravings increased.

The windows creaked from the breeze and the air was cold, everywhere was quiet and when I looked out the window, I saw a figure, it wasn’t a wolf and it wasn’t human. It was me.

The same eyes as me, glowing red and when I blinked it was gone, like nothing was there, just the leaves moving from the breeze.