Wolves of a different Pelt by Aurora Kryan (interesting books to read txt) 📖

Stalker

Once I reached the stairs I called back my wolf I felt the fire of my soul go out and then light back up at my core. I hurriedly grabbed a hidden black backpack from my closet and unzipped the main part. I stuffed my dragon blanket and pillow in then threw my wolf outfit in over top. I went to my door again and locked it as Mom’s footsteps pounded up the stairs then I leaned my head against the wooden frame as she beat on it desperately.

I can’t please understand please. A fast break will make it easier for when I come back.

I went back to my emergency pack closing the main pocket I opened the second largest one and shoved in a knife I pulled from under my bed in a cubbyhole. Then some snacks and the book I was reading, the title Morganville vampires disappeared as I zipped it shut. Finally I took out my phone, its charger, and my mp3 charger and put them in the small front pocket. I went to my closet again pulling out another hidden backpack.


I sifted through the clothes and settled on a black sleeveless t-shirt and form fitting denim shorts. I stripped off the bloody clothes I had on and slipped into the new ones I would have to ware for the next month along with the uniform in the pack. Grabbing the bindings I had in my dresser and the fingerless gloves I raced back to my bed setting down and wrapping each foot and then pulling on the black gloves.

I yanked a light grey jacket off a hanger and slung it on and zipped it so I could shove my mp3 player in a pocket. I found my black bandana in the left pocket and put it on two it would help when I changed. Everything was set for me to leave. I pulled the backpack up my shoulders clicking the strap together so it wouldn’t slid off when I ran.

My fingers lingered on the door handle.

Should I go out there and tell her bye before running off? I can’t risk her trying to follow or stop me.

The decision was made for me when the door popped open and in barged my Mom with the key still pointing straight out. He face was an angry red but she still had tears running down her face. I turned hopping over my bed and going for my only exit, the window.

Luckily for me I had opened it earlier today when it was so hot out so I didn’t have to mess with the stupid catchy latch right now (the other bonus no screens). I put my hand on the sill and vaulted out the second story of my bedroom window and into the chilly night. As I fell to the ground I called upon my wolf once again igniting the soul with me so I could change. My bare bound feet hit bush making my eyes fly open so I could take off.

“Come back please!” I heard my mother call.

I risked a glance back at her and found her silhouetted figure hanging out the window. I was glad I looked back then otherwise I wouldn’t have seen the white wolf that chased after me.

Dang it why can’t he leave I don’t want answers that bad.

I pressed my claws deeper in the moist ground to gain speed so I could run to the maze of trees in the next town. I could lose anyone in there it was my favorite place to just be me without interruption.

Ten minutes later I was ignoring the sign that stated it was dangerous to enter this forest because of the maze like quality the gnarled enter twined trees made. I hung a right then another took a sharp left went past five turn offs and took the next angled right. The trees that I went past were spooky even on the brightest days of summer let alone a cold night in the fall with a shape shifter tailing you. I slid to a stop at the dead end created from three over lapped trees twisting to either side becoming entangled in the ones I just passed.

I climbed up the center tree to its third branch hanging from it I swung down into a vine covered tunnel and onto one long curving tree that lead back the way I came. The path was hidden by hanging vines caked with leaves so I knew no one would see me not even Spirit. I had come across this by sheer luck six years ago, unless you knew it was there you wouldn’t find it.

I made it back to where I hung the first left on the curling trees,

my own little secret bridge.

I listened for the sound of paws against the rotted foliage or the sound of panting. I picked it up right about where the right angled path lead to the dead end. Now was my chance. I jumped high using a few gnarled trees as steps till I reached the reasonable sized opening I could fit through.

Crawling through it was still hard but I knew if I went higher I’d miss the part I called the walkway. I growled as my shoulders finally got through so I could pull the pack with me. I looked around taking in the close tops of the trees and the dead silence. Even though this was twenty miles from my house I knew it was safe here.

There’s a keep out sign humans actually listen too at the front after all.

I finally realized where I was just three large branches down from the walkway.

I crawled my way to the west till I made it to the walkway. I let out a sigh of relief it was still there after all these years. I swung my backpack up on my shoulder and grabbed my mp3 player turning it on and rolling the volume all the way up I selected random. My ears were assailed by the song fists fall by Otep. I walked at a gingerly pace but was too immersed in my music to notice anything really. I head banged to the beat and dancing and singing along.

“Keep your voices raised! Keep your knuckles bloody!”

I let out a sigh as the song ended too soon,

to the beginning next time player to the beginning.

My eyes flicked around landing on nothing really the animals inhabiting the gnarled forest didn’t come up here mainly because they can’t. This part of the walkway I was in now had no openings what so ever you either came from about the middle of it like I did or from the end. I looked up at the almost human made roof, every tree curved over like an arch ceiling within arm’s reach above me.

Warning not for the claustrophobic is what they should post out there.

I came back to the music just in time for the opening of digging up the corpses. I flipped past it when my thoughts traveled with the song to corpses. The sight of my mother’s corpses frightened me thankfully the next song was by Soil and I reached the end of the half mile walkway. I was thankful for the bindings on my feet then because the side of the last tree slopped sharply and I surfed down the old bark like Tarzan.

I looked up to the small opening in the canopy that let the moonlight shine in then looked around the place like it was an old room I hadn’t been to in forever, and to me it was. At least until something penetrated my comforting little paradise. My ear buds were pulled out from my head as the good part of pardon me started.

“What the hell how did you find me stalker!”

I shouted at Spirit as he smiled wickedly and twirled my head phone.

Surprises

“I live here of course.” He said simply.

“You what?”

My jaw dropped I had been coming here since I was six and I never saw anyone. In fact I didn’t think anyone ever got past the tall chain link fence with barbwire other than me. Ever since a little boy supposedly got lost and died in here they put the sign and fence up to stop it from happening again. I blinked several times trying to gain control again so I could shut my gapping mouth. I jerked my ear bud away from him suddenly angry.

“I’ve been coming here for almost eleven years and I have never seen any living person get past that fence.” I jabbed my finger out the way I came to make my point.

“I was hiding from you.”

I ground my teeth his smugness was annoying me. “Prove it.”

“When you first came here you were six and you got lost I followed you down here and then hid in my room. I watched you scream your lungs out then cry. I still don’t know why you did that.”

O.m.g he was a stalker!

“That is so fricken creepy dude.”

I backed away from him spinning on my heel to run away. Unfortunately Spirit was close to me so he grabbed my wrist stopping me. I wrenched it free but his grip was so tight he took my glove off when I thought I was free.

Oh come on!

I reached for it but he swiped it away holding it above my head. I jumped and so did he taking it out of reach again. Once more I jumped but put some werewolf strength in to get higher than him.

“Ha! Got it!”

I told him holding it up to his face. He was smiling at me till his eyes fell on the back of my left hand. I knew what he was looking at so I let my hand drop but again he grabbed it. He was faster this time so I couldn’t get away but he didn’t hold on so tightly. I made a fist and pulled away after he started to trace the mark. I turned taking a step forward to climb up the tree root I slid in on and make my escape from “his room” and back to the walkway.

I’ll just use the smaller one higher up to hide…unless he knows about it. Darn him.

He didn’t stop me this time just put a hand on my shoulder wanting me to stop. Reluctantly I stopped,

if I left now he’d only stalk me for answers.

But didn’t I do that to him today in the woods behind my house?

Karma how I loath thee.

“How did you get that scar?”

I wanted to tell him it was none of his business and leave. But then maybe I could bargain an answer for an answer with him. The idea was pleasing enough I turned to face him looking right into his hazel eyes.

“Killed my parents because this life is a curse.”
Was my blunt answer to him. He seemed doubtful and squinted at me taking a strand of my white hair between his fingers.