Awakening The Storm

KASSIDY

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Six months after Kassidy's death. . .

Running. That's what I'm doing this fine day. I'm running for my life. I'm not dead. Surprising, I know. But I'm basically immortal now, even with my heart ripped out of my chest. I'm still alive.

The weird thing is, I'm not even on Earth or in the Other Plain.

I'm somewhere entirely different.

This place, it's foreign to me.

It looks like Earth, but it doesn't feel like it. The air around here is impossible to breath in, the place itself is darker, and gloomier than Earth is.

This place is the opposite of the Other Plain.

In the Other Plain, colors were vibrant and alive, here all the colors are dull, lifeless, depressing.

My eyes are as crisp as ever and even with these eyes nothing seems to change here.

All I do is run, run, run for my life away from something I don't even know. I don't know what's chasing me, or, who is chasing me.

I could be the strong and confident woman I am and fight this thing, or, keep running and find shelter for myself.

I can't shift and stay in my wolf form here. I'll draw unwanted attention to myself. If anyone seen how big my wolf actually was they'd come like there was a sign in the air saying, 'she's here!'

But, if I do shift, I'll stay warm through the cold night air. I wouldn't have to eat or go search for food to fill my belly.

I haven't seen one rabbit or bird here, all I've heard were distant growls, howls, hisses, and squealing of sorts. Whatever was here, there are a lot of it.

Let's just hope o can make it back home to them.

To him...

Snap.

My ears perked up at the distant sound. Jana paced in the back of my mind with her fur standing up and her teeth bared at any threats that came to us.

Snap.

A low growl left my lips at the sound. A slight breeze blew the scent of a nearby creature into my nose.

A vampire.

This one smelled familiar though, like this one was aligned with the pack.

But the only vampire that I know that died was...

Noah.

I ran like my life depended on it in the direction of the snapping twigs. My boot clad feet blurred across the forest floor at top speed, I abruptly stopped.

My eyes went wide at the sight before me.

Dark brown, short sided tussled hair.

Hazel-green eyes.

Sharp jawline.

Lopsided smirk.

Full pink lips.

A lit cigarette between his teeth.

"Noah." I breathed out in happiness.

His eyes snapped to mine as they widened at seeing me. That lopsided smirk turned into a full blossomed grin as her ran up to me with open arms.

"Sugar Plum—" he took the cigarette from his mouth "—is that really you?" He questioned with a broad smile. He grabbed my cheeks with and looked me over multiple times.

"Wait," he paused, "something's off here." He tapped the ash from the tip of his finger with the death stick pointed towards the ground and aimed it back at me. "All this new juice in you, it's making me queasy. What is it?" He tipped a dark brow up at me with a tip of his brow.

I sighed, this is gonna be a long story.

"I died and became, what I call, a Revolutionary. And when I fully mated with my mate, my new powers fused with my dormant Lycan powers that were sealed away in my body by this super weird and pissed off witch guy named Stylo." I rushed out all in one go.

"Come again, say what?" Confusion rested in his features as he stared blankly at me.

"I'll explain it all later—" I began, but he cut me off.

"What do you mean by 'a witch guy named Stylo'? Stylo's dead." He deadpanned. It was my turn to stare at him blankly.

"Stylo is the reason why I'm here. I killed him and then, the girl he was working with killed me after I killed her dad by accident." I tell him.

He chuckled darkly up at me with a grim look in his hazel-green eyes.

"What's so funny?" I ask him. He shrugged his shoulders.

"It's just that," he paused and stared out with a distant look on his face, "Stylo died the day before I did." He stated.

I shook my head and felt all sense in what previously happened slip from my mind. "Then who did I just kill?" I ask him.

He shrugged shoulders and brought the cigarette up to lips again and took a drag out it.

"All I know is that mine and his deaths, they weren't just any regular ol' deaths. We were both murdered by the same person." He explains blowing smoke into the air.

"How do know that?" I tilt my head at him.

"Because we're best friends. We've been bonded. Just like us, actually we were all bonded together." He says taking another drag out of his cigarette.

"What do you mean by all of us?" Did he mean Wren and Ben too?

"I mean, you, me, Kash, Ben, Wren, Stylo, and Isaac. We were all really close growing up together. But when he died, all of our memories of him being in our lives were like wiped from our minds. Like the person who killed us was a very powerful something," he emphasized with hand gestures.

If I really think about it, the only person who has power like that is Stylo.

Or 'not Stylo'.

"The guy I killed back home, he said his name was Stylo. He killed me the first time and killed Wren. He's the reason why the city is going crazy right now. He ruined everything we called home," I tell him. "When I came back home from my stay at the Keeper's Palace, I got only a glimpse of all the damage that was caused. There were rogues everywhere. Hell, there were even dead rogues and even people who were under mind control!" I tell him exasperated.

He chuckled darkly as his hazel eyes went pitch black crimson in the iris. He smirked before he spoke.

"What's really going on in Raven's Creek?"

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