My Unfated Mate

Prologue:

Angeline (Angel)

Everything started when I died. Well, I guess I am not dead-dead now, but pretty much getting there. How did I end up like that? That’s a very good question. It was a fast death. Lucky me, right? I don’t think so.

In one moment I was there trying to fight the mysterious man that came out of nowhere. But before my next blink, a curtain of black magic surrounded me, taking the breath out of my lungs and raising the darkness into my eyes.

Don’t worry, this is not a horror story, those are silly! This is the story of how I get back, or die trying. Well, the dying part is already covered.

But let’s live - or die - in the moment, shall we?

No one talks about how dying feels. So, I will be the first one. It’s hella cold. It’s darker than those nights you were afraid of sleeping alone when you were little. More than anything, death is silence and I never liked silence. Death doesn’t suit me at all!

Going back to the darkness topic – it only lasted a couple of seconds and suddenly something flashed.

People say that you see your whole life playing like a fast movie in your mind right before you die. They clearly had never died before. As I fought to inhale a breath of air one more time, every disaster and wrongdoing that brought me to my final moment s moment popped up in my mind painfully slowly.

Here we go, while the little movie was playing, I heard an odd howl, as if someone – better said, a wolf, was calling for me. That wasn’t my wolf’s voice. So, maybe the caller typed the wrong number in the otherworld-telephone or whatever it was. This dying thing is so unclear!

But I didn’t care, I wouldn’t remain dead for a long time. I refused to. I had to find a way back, so I followed the wolf’s cry until I saw a beam of light washing over me. I immediately ran to the other side of my mind, getting safe in the darkness. Hell that I would go to the light, I knew well where it led and I wanted to live. I had to live.

The warm howl grew louder, filling my mind as some kind of energy and sparkle of life washed over me. Was it hope or only a pre-death hallucination of my batty mind? I didn’t know but I would hold onto it with all I had. I didn’t want to die. I couldn’t die.

As I let the wolf’s call fill my soul, I paid attention to the life-movie once again, sitting and making myself comfortable. I wanted to have it all clear in my mind for the whole eternity, how I got here and who was to blame for my doom. Behind the wolf’s cries I could feel an unspoken meaning and something told me that the unknown wolf would bring me back to myself.

So, I did the reasonable thing, and trying to sound wolfish, I howled back into the darkness.