Howl at me by Cama Seeney (100 best novels of all time .txt) 📖

best I could, I knew it was all I could do but I needed to start picking up my game. I could make leaves dance, block mental onslaught break out of a ground attack but it took me no closer to the children who surrounded us. ‘My’ pack were all asleep so I snuck into the only room I had been avoiding, I didn’t know where to start no Latin came to my mind. Nothing, but it was okay – I didn’t need to hold Hunters hand. I didn’t need a band aid. No what I needed was to find her. Find them all.

 

 

Anyone awake?

 

Anyone awake?

 

I sent the message to all of my wolves and through Hunter – his too.

 

Sup? – Chase asked almost immediately.

 

Yea why are you waking us? – Mason asked a little sleepily.

 

Kinda weird but I can’t sleep was wondering if people wanted to donate a little blood?

 

Mason, Hunter, Chase, Lee and Den all came into the lonely room. I could smell others outside waiting patiently. Many more waited in their homes waiting for anything. News, disappointment, joy – they were waiting for anything. There sleep clogged brains gave me confort.  I closed my eyes and held a little pink hairbrush in front of me. I'd seen it for about a second but mentally i could count the little fake gems, the scratches and child bite marks. 

 

‘I need each of you to cut your hands and combine your blood in a glass.’ I told them not taking my eyes off of the brush in my hands. I picked a hair from the brush and placed it in the glass when it was my turn. I bit my own hand and watched as the pain ebbed away and the blood drained drop by drop into the glass. My hand began to throb uncontroably and by the way the others reacted they felt it too, thoes closest to me move away with a hiss -all but Den and Hunter. 

 

I looked deep into the blooded glass, the colour a rich read and a single hair parting the liquid. ‘I open my vain, and as I do so I call a name. Through the trees and over the hills I search for a child. A soul pure, terrified and alone. I call for one. By blood, by fire, by water, by air, by earth, by wind and by soul I call for thee. Answer now for I am calling.’ I whispered almost to myself. Nothing happened, I sighed and stood. ‘Form a circle, hold hands and picture Victoria.’ He’d called her Tori before I knew that it was short for Victoria. ‘Mutter her name if it helps.’ I called a little louder, the same command was sent through mind speak, almost everyone was in each other’s heads right now. I pictured the little read headed girl laughing as den spun her around. Dozens of other images flashed through my brain so many people loved her. She was the right wolf to search for.

 

‘Tori, hi. I’m a friend of your brothers. Well actually he kicks my but every day, no fair right – I’m like half his size! Can you answer me and tell him off?’ I asked aloud feeling the strong bond leading to her. I could almost feel her, smell her sweet smell. And then it hit me, the smell of urine. Fear and blood. Keep your head on straight, people need you. I screamed a blood curdling scream but it wasn't my voice it was Toris - out of my mouth. The wolves around me whimpered. 

 

I could feel the bond, I could almost touch it. So mentally I did, it rang like a mettle chain. It felt like thousands of wolves replied to my call. Hated the ringing that filled their heads. ‘Victoria, tori?’ I called picturing her and Den together. Den to keep me grounded and her so she would reply. I saw her, she was wearing her favourite dress. It was a deep black and her coat was bright red. ‘Hello red riding hood’ It was so cold here, dark. Underground? I wanted to plant a kiss on her head, comfort her but I couldn’t quite reach her.

 

‘Are you the big bad wolf here to save me?’ She asked smiling a little, her freckles stood out on her pale face. ‘Damn right I am, dragging your brothers with me.’ I replied laughing at her little smile. ‘Where are you?’ I asked unsure if she knew. ‘I-I don’t know.’ She replied crying. ‘Hey, quit that red riding hood doesn’t cry remember she takes wolves apart she doesn’t need the hunts man. You know I’m a total ninja right? It's your brothers doing really'

 

'I escaped my own dungeon, your brother even came too late, if I can do it for myself. Me and the whole of your brother’s pack are going to smash this.’ I told her searching her memories. I saw black hoods and nothing more they were more careful with the children, they knew what could happen. I saw flashes of Tori’s memory, trees and billboards. Lake Town, Despond Bridge. Lake Worth park, two days driving. Hunger and extreme thirst. More wolf pups are shoved in the van. Bright white light. Blinding.

 

‘Hello I’m Sabre.’ A little blond boy said, he must have been all of three. His little chubby cheeks were red and his blue eyes were full of shock, she turned and there she was. The spitting image of Mason.

 

Behind both of them was a big building, maybe a block of flats. It was empty, nothing but broken glass. They road for about ten minutes, though for a young one it seemed for ever. Another child was forced into the van. ‘I-I’m Lillian.’ She whispered crying. She had dark brown hair reaching her hips easily, she must have been around four. Hours later they found themselves another abandoned building. This one resembled an old cinema. Though the town was small, the van was not easily hidden. They threw the children into a barren cinema room and left them there for weeks. Every so often food would be tossed in.

 

‘I know where you are. I want you to wait three days and the morning you wake up you must tell the children to hide under the chairs. Don’t come out for anything. If anyone tries to grab any of you I want all of you that can shift to do so. Those that can’t will stay at the back create a half circle around them. Stay like that until someone you know, Like Den, Hunter, Lee or Mason to get you. Anyone else and I hope to find more than a few bites on them.

 

Little riding hood, I want you to repeat these words to yourself, over and over. Three days.’ I told her I felt her search my mind. She saw the whole pack there with me and cried with absolute joy. ‘We will always be with you.’ I whispered a last goodbye feeling my power ebb. She said a wordless goodbye before falling asleep. I opened my eyes with a gasp. I had never felt more exhausted. I found myself on the floor with my eyes on the ceiling, panting. Pain wracked my body, my head was ready to explode. I placed the blood to my lips and drank thirstily. The blood was cold, how long hand we been sat here?’ I wondeired silently.

 

The blood didn’t help the exhaustion but the bone ache was a little better. ‘Bed, all of you go. Whoever is able will pack and tomorrow we leave. But for now say goodbye to your wives and sisters.’ Hunter called out a total sexist command which I couldn’t help rolling my eyes too. ‘Traditions hey.’ He called softly lifting me from the floor.

‘Do you think it will take us three days?’ Mason asked worried. ‘Nope, but if she does accidently spill they will be preparing for three. They stopped so many times, to pick up more children I think. If we speed I think it may take two days.’ I told him, my voice was rough.

 

Like I had been screaming into the inferno. 'How long was I-I?' I didn't manage to finish the sentence, 'Hush, bed for you.' Hunter whispered carrying me out of the room, he carried me down the stairs and out of the door. Wait what? where are you taking me? I asked too tired to really care. 'Will you just shut up for two minuets?' He asked laughing, all of his eairler tention had vanished.

 

 No.

 

I replied annoyed. 'Can we not do something nice without arguing? I don't even understand this love hate thing we have going it's getting boring Max.' I growled angry, how dare he assume anything. 'Assuming makes an ass of you and me.' I replied sarcastically. 'No I'm serious why do you dislike me so much?' He demanded. 

 

I dont. I just... I don't know. Hunter where are you taking me. 

We had been walking for some time now. He sighed and rolled his eyes at my impaitence. 'You run here every day you should feel the power the forest gives you..' He replied bitter, he placed me on a rock and began walking away, is he serious it's freezing! 

 

I sighed too cold to really be bothered. Somewhere in the night i felt Den aproach me but instead of taking us back like i thought he would he led down next to me and placed his jacket around me. I curled up against his side, the movement was painful I whimpered in my sleep and felt no regret Den knew me in and out. His pain is mine, he would have felt it with or without the sound. 

 

Tomorrow is war, for right now I need to sleep. A little while after though the restless bodies in the house stopped being so restless, eventually Den left me for a little while - he kissed my head and went to pack. I was still to bone tired to join them yet. I had two days of sleep i could catch up on. Eventually from my sleep enduced coma I was packed into a car and left to ride shot gun next to Den. I sighed and slept for ten hours straught. When I awoke we were at a gas station buying walky talkys for the cars, I laughed out loud at Masons suggestion and ran into the toilet ahead of him and lauged as he fack hit at it. 

 

This. This is what my life is right now, and i can live with it. The past and the future can wait I'm dwelling in the present. 

 

The end

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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