Chapter 7
1104 Words
Fiona
After a deep breath, I gave in.
A surge of power course through me, my bone making creaking noises as I shifted, the change almost instantaneous.
I felt pain and soothing relief mingle as my muscle expanded, my skin sprouted thick black fur and my elongated nails dig into the earth.
My vision sharpened quickly, the world suddenly switching to shades of grey and silver as I stepped forward on four legs.
One of the rogues had already crossed the bridge halfway, fear imminent in his expression as he watched me closely. The rogue at the other end stood ready with his bow and arrow, ready to shoot if I made any movement.
“f**k, I told you she wasn’t wolfless.” The archer rogue murmured to his boss.
The one in the middle of the bridge unsheathed his sword, moving his feet slowly. Mera barred her canines, a deep growl rumbling her chest, warning him not to take any step further.
“So, what’s the plan now?” I asked as I rubbed myself anxiously in Mera’s mind.
“I’m going to s***h the bridge down.” Mera answered, while still growling at the rogues.
“What! That is insane, one of them has an arrow and he probably going to shoot us once you do.” I explained, but Mera didn’t bulge.
“He only has one chance to shoot before we dash into the woods. And I’m definitely going to dodge the arrow with ease.” Mera explained, her tone dripping with pride.
Before I could protest any further, a savage roar ripped from Mera’s throat as she took a big s***h at the supporting ropes that held the bridge above the splashing waters.
The wood snapped and splintered beneath her razor claws, sending the rogue to fall with a loud yell and along with shards of timber tumbling into the river below.
The archer rogue released his grip from the bow, an arrow slips through the air towards us. Mera moved her weight to the side and dodged the flying arrow, causing it to dart into a tree behind.
“Run! Run! Run!” I urged my wolf and she burst into a dangerous run. But the rogue archer was faster.
Another arrow whistled through the air again, before she could get out of plain sight. A sharp pain seererd into our hind leg, Mera stumbled, letting out a howl of agony as our paw slid beneath us.
Mera crashed to the ground, the white-hot string had flared into our thigh. A silver tipped arrow. Mera whimpered and forced herself back up, pushing through the pain. Our leg throbbed, burning, but we didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.
I have to survive.
We pounded our paws as we pushed our body faster, feeling the earth blur beneath us. Mera’s breath came in shallow pants, each of our steps sent fresh waves of agonizing pain through our wounded leg, but we kept running, deeper and deeper into the forest.
The forest darkness swallowed us, the trees were thick with leaves and branches, shielding the goddess moonlight from our path. We were plunged into darkness.
Mera’s vision gradually blurred, as the silver’s poison worked its way into our organs, weakening us with each heartbeat, but still, we ran.
I had no clue how long we ran—it could have been hours, it could have been minutes—until, suddenly, the trees opened up above me and we stumbled into a clearing bathed in moonlight. There, a group of wolves stood, their furs shimmering silver and white under the moonlight.
They watched us with wary eyes, their posture showed cautiousness but not hostility. Mera collapsed in front of them, our body had grown weak and was no longer able to carry us. I transformed into my naked vulnerable self and drifted into the world of darkness.
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I woke to the sound of murmured voices, and the scent of herbs, warm fur, and sand. The vision was hazy as i rubbed my eyes, the throbbing pain in my leg seem to have subsided. I attempted to move but my leg felt heavy, my wound burned with any attempt I made to move.
My skin felt smooth and fresh like I had just bathed. I sat up slowly, my head throbbing with a banging headache. The morning sunlight caught my eyes through the slightly opened entrance of the tent where I was laid. I lifted my hands to see that I had been dressed in a white silky traditional laced gown.
“Easy.” A soft voice soothed from a corner behind me, and young woman knelt beside me, her eyes were kind and filled with concern.
I recognized a soft glow of healing on her fingertips as she carefully nudged at the arrow wound on my leg. I hissed at the pain, trying to pull away, but she gently held my leg in place.
“It’s okay, you’re safe, we won’t hurt you.” She said, offering me a smile.
“It’s true. She has a peaceful wolf, I can sense it. There is a familiar kind of peaceful energy radiating from this place.” Mera explained weakly as she laid on her stomach.
“But the rogues, they will find me!” I exclaimed, suddenly remembering my encounter with the vicious wolves last night.
The lady tilted her head, confused. “What rogues?” She asked.
“Don’t tell her anything about last night.” Mera warned.
“But you just told me that you feel peace within these people. Why are you suddenly changing your words?” I asked Mera through mind link.
“I’m not changing my words. They truly are peaceful people, I don’t know why, but I have this feeling like I was once a part of them. However, telling them about our experience might put them in danger, so we have to stay quiet.” Mera said, scratching her paw.
The woman beside me tapped me gently, interrupting my conversation with Mera.
“What rogues?” She asked again with more curiosity.
“Just lie,” Mera whispered.
I opened my mouth to speak, trying to form a lie, but then a sudden scream from outside interrupted me. My eyes darted towards the entrance, as noises of women and children running could be heard.
The scent of the air was suddenly filled with danger. The hair on my body stood, a deep growl rumbled in my throat. The woman beside me frozen, sensing it too—the familiar, foul stench of rogues.
They had found me.
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