Run! (part 1)
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“Sabine… thanks the heaven! You’re alive! My dear sister.”
Fajir hugs me as tight as he can be, while Quill is in tears looking at my face.
“Oh brothers, I thought all of the pack members already give up ok searching for me. Glad that wasn’t the case.”
“You could say that our father, don’t even bother to gather some search team.”
I knew it, he doesn’t want me to come back alive. This is not the first time he had done this, at my first hunt, Gandor told me to follow hoards of dangerous lizards, almost got myself killed by one of their thorns.
Always thankful for my brothers, they have become my rock and a shoulder to cry on for me. Fajir and Quill then take me back to the camp, where a few of the werewolves cheer on for my safe return. The handful of them doesn’t even care, that’s how big an influence my stepfather has.
“Fajir, I need to see the healer, is he available?”
“I’m afraid you have to wait for the healer, our father needs him, I think he got another headache.” Said Fajir with a sorry look.
“Another? He always got a headache whenever he goes hunting with us.”
“I know, right? Does he got some kind of sickness or something?” Asked Quill.
“I don’t know, we were kind of expected, every hunt, he always got a headache.” Answered Fajir.
“Fajir, Quill, I am sorry that I will be in your care for a while, I feel a bit weak.”
Fajir then carries me to Quill’s tent, he doesn’t want to let me inside my bed, which is located in the warrior tent, along with other warriors.
I said my gratitude and rested my head in the plush pillow, the tent is small but at least it is accommodating, and comfortable.
“Sister, what happened? You’re as cold as ice.” Quill asked me, his face is full of concern, he begin to wipe my face and my arms with warm water.
“I don’t know, I feel fine, earlier, but when I reached the tent, this happened.”
Quill and Fajir shared a glance, I feel so guilty not revealing about my rescuer. I take a sigh and look at them.
“I guess, now is the time I told you about how I was able to survive the fall.”
Fajir and Quill nodded, I love how the two of them waited for me to get comfortable, before asking the obvious question.
Quill asked me a question, while he handed me a cup of warm cocoa. It was delicious.
“I saw you fell through the cliff, but when we look at your body, there was nothing, not even a single drop of blood.”
I scratch my head, a bit uncomfortable, how should I explain everything to my brothers?
“There’s an elven, he rescued me.”
“An elven? Another werewolf? From another pack?” Asked Fajir.
“He… Is not a werewolf.”
Quill tilted his head in confusion. “Not a werewolf? Another was? Weredeer?”
I stare at the two of them, a bit hesitant to explained about Riftan. “He… is not a werewolf or any other were a clan.”
My two brothers were cursing, and then Fajir looked at my face, “Please, tell that wasn’t the truth?”
“Sadly, it was, he’s a Dark Nephilim.”
“He’s a what?!” My brothers are shouting at the same time.
“Look, it doesn’t matter what he is, the important thing is… I found something, a place, mysterious cave inside the forest.”
Fajir and Quill looking at my face seem gullible about what I’m about to explain to them.
“It’s an odd structure in the middle of the forest.”
“Where have you been, exactly? it’s highly unlikely we have another camp inside that forbidden forest.” Fajir said, with a doubtful look on his face.
“Oh, brother, you should trust me, there was also a quantity of some dangerous animals, like the one we had encountered.”
Quill’s eyes got enlarger when I mentioned the odd and terrifying creature that almost killed him and make me fall to the cliff. “Those creatures? Really? By the hell!”
“What happened to the carcass of the creature that we had already killed?” I asked Fajir and Quill.
“Ah, actually…”
Before Fajir explained everything, we heard a sound, coming from outside.
“I heard she’s going back, where is she?”
Gandor, taking with other warriors, outside Quill’s tent. I have to prepare to defend myself in front of him, for hell!
A large figure of a man opened the tent of my brother. Gandor, a warlord werewolf, looking at me with his shifty eyes and menace looks.
“Well, well, my step-daughter, come back from the death.”
I look at him with a touch of sarcasm on my face. “So happy to see me again, father?”
He squinted and looking at his two sons, Fajir and Quill, it seems he is trying to blame the two of them.
“Should I give the two of you some kind of reward? I mean, you both were so persistent to search your step-sister.”
“Yes, as we should, father, she is our family after all,” Fajir challenged Gandor, his Never drifted from him.
Gandor smirked and then do the unthinkable, or maybe the opposite. He punch Fajir, Quill and I gasped at the display of the violence.
Gandor often beat me, of course by an accidental or behind every elvens. He likes to maintain the charismatic persona of a warlord who rescued a damsel in distress, a damsel who happened to have a daughter, that he never want.
But, Gandor never abused his own flesh and blood, in fact, this is the first time he raise a hand to his son.
Gandor glared at Fajir and Quill, “I am so disappointed, my son, I always thought that you, Fajir, will become my right-hand man, and my heir, in the future.”
He goes away, not before looking at me, and scoffed with disgust. I’m used to it, but I feel sorry for my brothers, especially Fajir.
“Fajir, dear brother, are you alright?”
Quill and I trying to check on his wound. Of course, there’s no visibility wound, but, I could see a sadness in his eyes.
“I’m okay, Sabine, just… A little bit of a shock.”
Quill put a damp cloth into Fajir’s face, he winces but gratefully took the help.
I look into his brothers, the two families that she cared so much besides her mother. I have a bit of love for her other step-siblings, but Fajir and Quill will always be a dear to my heart.
When the morning comes, most of us will be resting in the tent, werewolf, after all, loves to do the activity at night, especially when we are in the hunting season.
Fajir shares his tent with Quill, I took a good rest, and dream about a dark Nephilim, a handsome one. His eyes pierced through me, and his lips kissed me softly.
I wake up, pretending all of it wasn’t just a dream, and when the hunt is finally over, in my wolf form, getting ready to go back to the camp. I turn around, trying to find any hint of a dark Nephilim in the sky, of course to no avail.
Running with the pack, I was so disappointed with myself, trying to think about another clan, though I don’t know why I have become so obsessed with him.
Yet, I have found the answer, after the whole pack reaches the camp, which will be another tragedy that will unfold.
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