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The Sun has gone down. The night are dark. And as still as a grave. The thing is I can´t sense anything out there in the woods. My eyes scan the woods. Slow I walk around my new home. For it´s safty I will fight. And blood I will draw. Even if no light from the moon and stars shine, I can se clearly as day. The wind pick up. I fill upp my lungs thru my nose. Inhaling all the scents that came with the wind. Still nothing except of the natural ones of the forest and its inhabitants. I frown deeply. And let out a deep and harsh growl. I don´t like this. Something are coming. Something bad. This is what my instincts are telling me. Literally screaming to me. I turn back to my shelter. At the edge of the forest, I had walked ten laps. Two would had been enough! But I did the rest just to still my instincts a bit. As I started to walk between the barn and stable, I threw a glance over my shoulder. NOTHING. There were nothing and nobody around. But still I can´t shake this feeling of me. Irritated I walk to my shelter. A last time, I look around me. I sigh and huff at the same time. I lay down on my so called bed. Before my eyes shut close, my fingers shut close around the handle of my axe. With the smooth surface against my rough fingers, I fell asleep.
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My eyes flew open. The nerves sparking with adrenaline. Fast I am on my feet, with my axe in hand. I am not thinking as I start to run. The day are about to break. And the air is still, someone or something have scared the birds and animals to hiding. I can´t shake this feeling of me. I run faster and faster. Weaving past trees, jumping over trunks and stubs. Even if I have a big build and weigh much, I don´t know how much in modern measurement, my steps are silent. even when in full sprint as I am right now. My breath are steady and calm. Me and my kin are made for this, for war. I rush by some deers that are hiding. I can smell the fear of them. I stop to a halt at a small lagoon. The water is clear. My eyes are scanning and my ears perk up. My nose and tastebuds go on overdrive. I try to find anything that will give me a answer to my feeling. The need to act. The act of my kind, to be the gaurdian I am. Finding nothing, I start to run again. Like this it goes on. I run, stop to a halt and use my senses.
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I was greatly frustrated and irritated, when I returned to the farm. In my head I swore and cursed the thing I didn´t find. IF I had found it. My body and the axe in my hand would be drenced by its blood. My body is tense. As my body and instincts are screaming at me to hunt down this thing. Or things. And make their blood flow clear. But I had to return. Becouse I know that Jacob would come by, around noon. We had come to acreement that we would not do any work today. Before I walk in between the buildings, I look back. I hiss angrily. Nothing there, I would have known. Arriving to my shelter I throw down my axe. It landed on the table with a loud bang. I picked up the cool bag, that Mirai left to me yesterday. Just as I picked out ingredients to make a late breakfast, the sound of a car arriving hit my ears. Not needed to look, I knew it was Jacob. I made some sandwiches of homemade ryebread and hard cheese. Together with them I will eat some fruits. The jouicy fruits will act as drinks.
"What have made you fuming, like that?" Jacob asked as he put a bag on the table, in it must be the computer that he said he would take with him.
I start to chew my food. In thought I was starring at him. I know this. He is a wolf. Can he be trusted enough for me to tell him about my feeling? I don´t know. By doing that, I will give away more information about me and my folk. Right now I want to just live life in peace. And the price for it is to hide, never telling anyone of what I am. As I can´t let it be known again. How people will act by this knowledge, I don´t know. That of anything scares the living heck out of me. But this wolf is a alpha! And he has helped me greatly by offering up this place to me. Plus helping me to fix the place up. I swallow my bite. "I have had a bad feeling since yesterday evening."
A dampened growl rip thru his throat. "About what?"
I look away, as I finish my last sandwich. Instinctively loking around with just eye-movement. and then sigh, turning to face Jacob. His eyes darken. "I do not know yet." I lick my fingers clean from fat and crumbs of cheese.
Jacob nods. "Shall we start the planing of the interior?"
His eyes has returned to their orginal color of greyish blue. We walk to the empty shell of a house. Jacob had convinced me to take help from some members of his pack. As the summer is coming to it´s end soon. We would need to hurry up with the exterior. Under the past week, I had to my great dismay sixty wolfs here. Everyday Clarice and Mirai arrived with lunch to us all. The roofing was done with neat lines of tiles, in a brownish red color. The outside are clad in wood, for paint we used a type tar-paint. The outerwalls are isolated and clad with drywall on the inside. This house will not look as it did, before as I changed somethings. The downstairs bath are a bit bigger. Kitchen and family room will have a open floor plan. Making the open fireplace and woodoven the centerpiece. There will not be a office and study, as I wanted to make a big dry storage. Big enough so I can dry heaps of herbs. On the upper floor three bedrooms. One of them the master. The master will have a ensuit. as it did before. I like that idea. Still are the rooms needed to be finished. On a table in the future kitchen Jacob put a modern thing, I would geuss it is the computer. It started with a small whine. On the screen Jacob show me, exemples of tile to the kitchen and baths. As the hours go as we plan each room, from the paint, if it even should have any. To what we should glad the walls and chimney with. The feeling I had since yesterday, still linger. And it makes it hard for me to concentrate at tha task at hand. Making Jacob to explain things twice or thrice. To get the job done, I throw my instincts deep in my mind.
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