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Chapter 15: Uncertain Recovery
By the morning of the third day, Aria had regained enough strength to stand up in the bed. She wasn’t about to let Morgan shove that contraption down her throat again, so she decided to try and drink on her own. After he smeared the jelly onto her tongue, she grimaced but set to trying to drink a bowl of water. With his support around her ribcage, she was able to lap up a quarter of the water in the bowl – exactly enough to satisfy his judgement and get him to stop threatening to force more water down her throat. She lay down next to the bowl to give her body a rest while he put everything away and left the room with the promise to send up some food and give her a chance to eat.
Food, however, was the last thing on her mind. She was more worried that Morgan didn’t trust her and to be honest, she no longer trusted food from the kitchen. She wondered if it would be horrible to ask Morgan to hunt for her and ju
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Werewolf Origins: Aria The Beginning Chapter 16: If Love Could Kill
Aria pondered at King Aaron’s response to the mention of her homeland as she walked up the stairs back to the safety and solitude of Morgan’s chamber. She’d hoped to get more of a response out of him that might lend some information she’d been missing about Aesop, but instead he’d fled the table as if haunted by a ghost. She huffed as she finally reached the top of the staircase and paused a minute to catch her breath, realizing her body wasn’t yet fully recovered from the poisoning. She hoped it wouldn’t take much longer for her to regain her full strength.“Are you alright?” Aria pulled her gaze away from her feet to meet the onlooking eyes of Philip. Her stomach did a flip, then she remembered he wouldn’t recognize her as she was.“No, I’m only feeling a bit weak just now. I’m sure I’m fine.” She pulled herself to an upright position an
Werewolf Origins: Aria The Beginning Chapter 17: Into the Darkness
By the time Aria stopped running the pads of her paws were raw, cracked, and bleeding. Her legs quivered beneath her threatening to collapse as her heart pounded the blood through her body at a rapid rate - blood full of panic at the violent attack from Philip and her near failed escape. She stood in the clearing of some trees with her head barely above the ground, gasping for air and resisting the urge to collapse where she was. She knew that if she lay down now, there was a chance she’d never rise again. Her body needed water and food, soon, or it would fail her.As she stood, her breathing slowed but her legs still shook. She lifted her head slightly and took in her surroundings. The forest was dark, almost black. The small bit of moonlight that did break through the canopy of dense tree cover was hardly enough to illuminate more than the few branches it touched on the way down. Her ears twitched atop her head try
Werewolf Origins: Aria The Beginning Chapter 18: The Voice of Uncertainty
The morning revealed a vastly different scenery with abundant light filtering through the branches of the trees in glowing rays. The forest was no longer silent and she watched with humor as a family of rabbits hopped across the pine needles stopping occasionally to munch on leafy morsels that sprung up through the mulch. Birds seemed to dance from branch to branch across the trees as she stretched and shook the debris from her fur.With this much prey roaming so near, catching breakfast would be easy, but what would happen when she did? If the forest was alive and vengeful, would it attack her? Her stomach rumbled as the image of eating one of the fat, juicy rabbits filled her thoughts. She decided it was worth the risk to find out.She watched the rabbits a few more minutes, until they seemed totally oblivious to her movement. Then she crouched down and crawled on her belly to get closer to the rabbits. They continued t
Werewolf Origins: Aria The Beginning Chapter 19: The Evening Glow
The glow of the sun was beginning to fade and the night before had been black as pitch so Aria set to looking for a safe and hidden place to sleep for the night. She hadn’t eaten a morsal since the rabbit that morning, but it was too late to hunt and with all these strange creatures following her, she was reluctant to risk safety for food. As she walked, the eerie feeling of eyes on her left her flinching at every noise, but she saw and smelled nothing. She wished she could shake that feeling and willed her skin to stop crawling under her fur because it was making her cold, but her skin wouldn’t obey. She gave herself a violent shake, but it only helped for a moment and soon her skin resumed its cascade of shivers under her white coat. She hefted a sigh as she walked past another failed burrow for the evening at the base of a large tree trunk.Aria looked under each bush she passed, shoved her head in various holes, and placed her paw
Werewolf Origins: Aria The Beginning Chapter 20: Spilled blood! Spilled blood!
She begins to feel her bones shift and snap. It doesn’t hurt, and she is glad for the transformation this time. She’ll make much more progress in her journey with four legs and a reliable way to defend herself. The fur sprouts from her itchy and burning skin and her heightened senses gradually return. With it, the smell of blood, pine, dirt, and… wolf? But it wasn’t her scent. Her blue eyes flash open and her eyes dart around the shack for the source of the smell. The odor was strong, so the source had to be nearby. Once her transformation was finished, she sifted through the odors surrounding her. Dirt, mold, mildew, mulch, flower pollen, fresh leaves, water… then a variety of wolf smells. The majority of the wolf smells were very stale, but one stands out. It is strong and fresh. Aria stood and walked over to the little toy she’d dropped when her transformation began.
Werewolf Origins: Aria The Beginning Chapter 21: Absalom
Darkness surrounded her and she seemed to sink farther and farther until the feeling of falling jolted her awake. In front of her was an ocean of green that slowly shrank and what came into focus were a pair of green flecked eyes against a black and gold background. Aria blinked rapidly trying to make sense of the sight before her. Gradually, her vision cleared and a large, black wolf with gold flecks throughout his ebony fur stood over her.Who…who is this? Aria thought to herself.My name is Absalom. I brought you here after freeing you from being consumed by the forest. Consumed… what a horrid thought. Then she remembered, she was in a fight with Philip when the vines shot out from the ground and ensnared them both. And not to worry about the other you were fighting. Absalom interjected, He is safe but far from where we are.I can hear you! You can hear
Werewolf Origins: Aria The Beginning Chapter 22: Making Fresh Tracks
After walking for most of the day in silence and entering various parts of the forest Aria had not been before, Absalom finally spoke again.We should find a place to sleep for the night. He spoke into the open air and did not look at her when he made the statement. She wondered if he was worried.You know better than I where we’ll be safe. She did look at him and studied his body language. He was alert but not ridged. His fur was loose and not bristled. It didn’t seem that there was an urgent need to hide, but simply understood that there was a risk being out after dark. She also wondered if he saw her as extra baggage and if he’d be seeking shelter if she were not with him.This way. Absalom sniffed the air and then turned away from her toward a dense area that was crowded with bushes, boulders, and some trees that had grown close together. He walked throug
Werewolf Origins: Aria The Beginning Chapter 23: The Last of Our Kind
Aria gasped awake and sat up. Something soft lay next to her, so she reached out her hand to touch it. Long fur spread across her hand and through her fingers and with it something rumbled beneath them along with a groan. Aria turned her head to see her human hand grasping the black and golden fur belonging to Absalom as his body began to come awake. “Oh, no!” Aria moved to stand but it was too late. Absalom’s head rose from its sleeping position on the floor of the shelf and turned to her. His wolf eyebrows rose as his green eyes rested upon her naked body. You turned. Clearly, he wasn’t upset about her being next to him. Aria was both relieved and… disappointed at his lack of comment… no, surely not. She cursed herself for even considering it. Absalom stood and she felt his fur brush against her back as he walked around to face her and little chills crawled down her skin. Aria moved her arms to cover her chest and clenched her thighs together. She’d never felt more emba
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