The Wolf Stones: Chapter one; fire in your eyes

Chapter one:
“Hey wait up!” I gasped. My lungs burning from running to catch up with Luke.
“Come on otherwise you have to stand guard again,” he whispered over his shoulder, “anyways we’re not that much further.”
The new threat pushed me on but the thought of being caught was unbearable. My heart throbs and feels like it is about to burst out of my chest. The meadow is dark but the hours of dark are ticking into minutes soon an edge of the sun will announce dawns coming. As we near the field where the livestock are kept during sleeping hours I can see the faint glow of the shepered’s hut. We slink into the shadows to remain out of sight. I take the lead and we swiftly move towards the grazing sheep. Silently my brother produces two sacks from his bag while I remove my stone knife from my belt. Drawing the blade above my head I aim and slice through the ragged rope that holds three sheep the onto a simple wooden pole. Quickly, Luke jumps in to grab two of them while I grab for the rope to the third. But to my dismay the sheep bolts to the left and the chase is on! I run at a quick pace and try to herd the sheep into a conner bitten into a boulder.  He takes me trough mud, water, and many other places around the field but I soon corner him and push close and closer. After many attempts to escape my grasp the sheep relizes it is corner and gives up. Unfortunately for me the sheep falls limp to make it harder for me to drag it across the field. I look across to where Luke has already tyed the other two up and is ready to move and start lugging the sheep over. My arms ach with sore pain and I have to force my body to move by the time I got there.
“That was quite a chase sis!” he chuckled.
“Shut it…” I replied now relizing how a clumbsy baboon I was. We were suppose to move silently and leave fast and I had done just about done the opposite of that. Ashamed I bowed my head on sorrow.
“Hey it’s ok you didn’t do it for nothing why look at the fellow he should make alot of wool.” Luke said trying to cheer me up.
“Yeah I guess your right, plus the wool will make alot of money and we both know we need that.” I said lifting my chin up. Pride surged through me making my heat beat like a drum. We walked on till we reached the edge of the field where we sat down to watch the sunrise. Slowly a shaving of light pierced through the dark rim of the horizon growing in size. Joy filled my heart and I reached over to grip Luke’s hand. He grasped my hand firmly, and we watched from our perch the beginning of a new day. Light danced off droplets of dew on the soft grass making it seem as if the the ground where on fire. As I look over at my brother I saw the sun rising in his eyes and smiled. This I would savor forever.

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~”Fire! Everyone run!” a voice yelled from somewhere behind me. People where running knocking into me all where yelling or screaming tumbling away from the line of fire that was approaching fast. I turned and started to run but the ground move as if it where a covayer belt. I turned back around and relizes running would not help, the ground stopped moving. I watched as the small fire turned into an inferno that grew to the size of a tidal wave.  Arrows of smoke found their way into me and my lungs stung with pain that racked through my entire body. Then fire hit engulfing me in flames something was wrong though. I looked down my clothes billowed around me looking like the embers of coal light danced around me. I waited  for pain to come but it never came. A small tingling formed in my feet that spread across my body, rippling into waves. Then I was falling, plummeting down through the darkness ashes flying of my body I tried to rip the clothing of but it remained. I ripped at my arms but every cut revealed magma flowing in my veins until my skin hardened over then turned soft. Adrenalin and fear overpowering my mind I tried to fight, to resist, to stay alive. I kept falling until my body hit water. Steam filled the cave and the light, my body’s light flashed off. My heart stopped and I felt my body sink further and further until…~

Suddenly Luke bolted up from sleep almost falling out of his netting that he slept on every night he reached for the wool sheep blanket he had been using and relized it had probably dropped while he thrashed a round in his sleep.
“It’s not real… It’s not real” he reminded himself. He climbed down from the tree and walked down to the stream to get a drink, wipe beads of sweat from his body, and look like he was standing guard while Susan was out hunting instead of sleeping. Thinking about the dream he asked himself
“Why does this dream keep replaying terrorizing me almost every night?” he scooped up a handfull of water. Lifting his hands to his lips he gulped down the water and reach for some more ~crack~ instinctively he reach for his knife and had it drawn over the imposter’s throat before they could even draw their weapon.
“Let me go, I’m your sister for crying out loud!” the wriggling figure angrily said. He released his grip and put away his knife.
“Sorry” he said.
“You better be I was just coming for a drink!” Susan yelled. She bent down and scooped up some water. “Ahh that’s better,” she looked around and spotted the fallen blanket,”where you sleeping while I went hunting instead of watching guard!?” she questioned. Luke bent his head down thinking to himself how he shouldnt have snozed off while she was out.
“Well for doing nothing while I worked my but off for the entire morning! You shall have to shave the sheep and feed them today.” she announced clearly satisfied with the punishment. Luke passed by her and headed up his tree to retrieve his wool sack. Walking through the forest Luke looked around, life buzzing around him up in the trees critters scrambled to and fro. He watched as a mother raccoon cleaned her five baby raccoons and try and get them back inside their hollow, but each time she got them in one would scramble out and she would chase it around allowing the others to escape.
“Hmph ha she’s got her hands full!” Luke chuckled. Then one of the babies climbed down and walked over to him. Luke bent over and scratched it behind the net. Then he picked it up and carried it over to it’s mother who was throwing a fit over the baby approaching Luke and set it down. And walked on. He soon at the pen that held the sheep. He tossed them some fresh grass and some hay from a pile next to the pen then he sat down and started to sheer the sheep. Soon he was done and waled over to his favorite hill to pick berries. After gathering a hand full he settled down on the soft grass and looked up at the bright blue sky. Luke fumbled some grass with his fingers and watched the cloud move across the sky while a soft summer breeze ruffled his soft yellow and red hair. Clouds were scattered in whispy strips accross the sky the sun on the edge of the horizon. Popping a berry into his mouth staring into he distance Luke wondered what life would be if he and his sister were with parents with someone who love them for who they were. Who were their parents and were where they?…

To be continued in chapter two of Wolf Stones…

Chapter one; Fire in Your Eyes
“Hey wait up!” I gasped my lungs burning from running to catch up with Luke. The night was dark and full of mischief as we ran meadow after meadow to retrieve our prize. “Come on otherwise you have to stand guard again,” he whispered over his shoulder, “anyways we’re not that much further.” The new threat pushed me on, but the thought of being caught was unbearable. My heart throbbed and felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. The meadow is dark but the hours of night’s glory are ticking into minutes. Soon, an edge of the sun will announce dawns coming. As we neared the field where the livestock are kept during non-grazing hours I can see the faint glow of the shepherd’s hut. The man had a heart of steel and a soul as easy to move as a mountain. The light dances of the grass spewing the shadows to the deepest corners. Realizing this, we slinked into the shadows to remain out of sight. I took the lead and we swiftly moved towards the grazing sheep. Silently my brother produced two sacks from his bag while I remove my stone knife from my belt. Drawing the blade above my head I aimed and sliced through the ragged rope that held three sheep onto a simple wooden pole. Quickly, Luke jumped in to grab two of them while I grab for the rope to the third. But to my dismay the sheep bolts to the left and the chase is on! I dropped my knife for it was weighing me down and I did not want to accidently hurt the sheep. I run at a quick pace and tried to herd the sheep into a corner bit into the boulders that line the pasture.  I chased after it but I soon regret my hasty decision, because the sheep tramps through mud, puddles, and left over hay. After many attempts to escape my grasp the sheep realizes it is corner and gives up trying to escape. Unfortunately for me the sheep falls limp to make it harder for me to drag it across the field. I look across to where Luke has already tied the other two up and is ready to move and start lugging the sheep over. My arms ach with sore pain and I have to force my body to move by the time I got there. “That was quite a chase sis!” he chuckled. “Shut it…” I replied now realizing what a clumsy baboon I was. We were supposed to move silently and leave as fast as a fox and I had done just about the opposite of that. Ashamed I bowed my head on sorrow. “Hey it’s ok you didn’t do it for nothing why look at the fellow he should produce a lot of wool.” Luke said trying to cheer me up. “Yeah I guess your right, plus the wool will make a lot of money and we both know we need that.” I said lifting my chin up. Pride surged through me making my heat beat like a drum. We walked on till we reached the edge of the field where we sat down to watch the sunrise. Slowly a shaving of light pierced through the dark rim of the horizon growing in size. Joy filled my heart and I reached over to grip Luke’s hand. He grasped my hand firmly, and we watched from our perch the beginning of a new day. Light danced off droplets of dew on the soft grass making it seem as if the ground where on fire. As I look over at my brother I saw the sun rising in his eyes, making him light up, and smiled. This I would savor forever. * * * ~“Fire! Everyone run!” a voice yelled from somewhere behind me. People where running knocking into me all where yelling or screaming tumbling away from the line of fire that was approaching fast. I turned and started to run but the ground move as if it where a conveyer belt. I turned back around and realize running would not help, the ground stopped moving. I watched as the small fire turned into an inferno that grew to the size of a tidal wave.  Arrows of smoke found their way into me and my lungs stung with pain that racked through my entire body. Then fire hit, engulfing me in flames, something was wrong though. I looked down my clothes billowed around me looking like the embers of coal dancing around me. I waited for pain to come but it never came. A small tingling formed in my feet that spread across my body, rippling into waves. Then I was falling, plummeting down through the darkness, ashes flying off my body I tried to rip the clothing off, but it remained. I ripped at my arms but every cut revealed magma flowing in my veins until my skin hardened over then turned soft. Adrenalin and fear overpowering my mind I tried to fight, to resist, to stay alive. I kept falling until my body hit water. Steam filled the cave and the light, my body’s light flashed off. My heart stopped and I felt my body sink further and further until…~ Suddenly Luke bolted up from sleep almost falling out of his netting that he slept on every night. He reached for the wool sheep blanket he had been using and realized it had probably dropped while he thrashed around in his sleep. “It’s not real… It’s not real” he reminded himself. He climbed down from the tree and walked down to the stream to get a drink, wipe beads of sweat from his body, and look like he was standing guard while Susan was out hunting instead of sleeping. Thinking about the dream he asked himself, “Why does this dream keep replaying, terrorizing me almost every night?” he scooped up a handful of water. Lifting his hands to his lips he gulped down the water and reached for some more ~crack~ instinctively he grabbed at his knife and had it drawn over the imposter’s throat before they could even draw their weapon. “Let me go, I’m your sister for crying out loud!” the wriggling figure angrily said. He released his grip and put away his knife. “Sorry” he said. “You better be! I was just coming for a drink!” Susan yelled. She bent down and scooped up some water. “Ahh that’s better,” she looked around and spotted the fallen blanket, “Were you sleeping while I was hunting instead of watching guard!?” she questioned. Luke bent his head down thinking to himself how he shouldn’t have snoozed off while she was out. “Well for doing nothing while I worked my but off for the entire morning! You shall have to shave the sheep and feed them today.” she announced clearly satisfied with the punishment. Luke passed by her and headed up his tree to retrieve his wool sack. Walking through the forest Luke looked around, life buzzing around him up in the trees critters scrambled to and fro. He watched as a mother raccoon cleaned her five baby raccoons and try and get them back inside their hollow, but each time she got them in one would scramble out and she would chase it around allowing the others to escape. “Ha, she’s got her hands full!” Luke chuckled. Then one of the babies climbed down and walked over to him. Luke bent over and scratched it behind the neck. Then he picked it up and carried it over to its mother, who was throwing a fit over the baby approaching Luke, and set it down and walked on. He soon stood at the pen that held the sheep it was perched on top of  a tall hill and had a small wooden roof over half of it. He tossed them some fresh grass and hay from a barrel next to the pen. Then he sat down and started to sheer the sheep. Soon he was done and walked over to his favorite hill to lie in the sun. Right before he sat down he noticed a small red berry poking up from a bundle of leafs and tendrils. Pushing aside the growth he found several handfuls of the berries. Walking back over to the pen he picked out the softest bag and started to pick the berries. They were wildfrer (as they called them) berries very sweet and red. When you held them up to light then you could see a tint if blue. After gathering several handfuls he settled down on the soft grass and looked up at the bright blue sky. Luke fumbled with a soft patch of grass with his fingers and watched the clouds move across the sky while a soft summer breeze ruffled his soft yellow and red hair. Clouds were scattered in wispy strips across the sky the sun on the edge of the horizon. Popping a berry into his mouth staring into the distance, Luke wondered what life would be if he and his sister were with parents, with someone who love them for whom they were. Who were their parents and where were they…? * * * The sun was up, set high in the sky. The air was crisp and almost tart, I always enjoyed a walk to the hob, and it calmed my nerves. The hob is a small section of the town where people open up booths to sell their items. The rules; no alcohol, no weapons, and of course (the rule Luke and I despise) no buying or selling under the age of 21 and to do so you have to be a citizen of the village. The bag of wildfer berries bounced against my legs about to break. But I did not care for that happy moment my worries were gone, but then that moment ended. Happiness was sucked away leaving doubt and despair. This feeling was caused by green. Not the nature green, but instead the dead and hopeless green of G.O.G., Global Order of Government. Every G.O.G. officer wears a plain starchy white uniform with green patches on their upper arms and across their backs that read “G.O.G. Officer”. The sight of them makes me sick and angry. It was because of them that we have no parents and barley any hope of ever having a family.
~ “Grab them!” someone had shouted as I ran away from the G.O.G. Orphanage. Children were running in all directions. I could see flames leaping around then someone grabbed my arm yanking me towards the woods. My shin hit something after the person and I were far into the woods. I could feel myself fall then it was black just black…. ~
The Officers had found us lost but did not know, and did not care if we had parents. They brought us to the orphanage and labeled us “Dangerous and Destructive”. No one was allowed to see us, but I do not think anyone wanted us. We were younger than one at the time, but by the time we had planned out our escape we were six. It started out with a small flicker of light upon Luke’s finger, and then it grew to the size of a tennis ball. From there it continued to grow and very fast. We did not now how it got there but all I know is that we still don’t. All I know is that the fire glistening behind those gray eyes is part of our only hope for survival.

Chapter 2; Teary Eyes, Part One

“Just don’t look suspicious.” I whispered to my sister. I could see her muscles tense and a frown stretch across her face. She was reliving memories, I could tell by the way her eyes seemed to gray. I wanted to hug her and tell her that those memories were just dreams but they were not. They were real.  As real as life itself.

We kept walking, trying to look like we fit in. As we walked pass the GOG officers only one of them, who looked only a couple of years older than us, paid any attention to us. I could see him sneering at us.

“Ha! I am so superior to these farms folk!”  his expression hinted.   All of them probably figured that we were just the kids of one of the booth sellers. And that’s what we wanted them to think. I had a plan, as I always do. I steered us towards Old Wooly’s booth. When we got there I proclaimed:

“Here’s the wool uncle!” I could tell that Susan knew what I was doing, and so she went along with it.

“I think someone dropped this bag of berries at the unloading station!” She yelled.

A voice from farther in shouted, “Oh those are mine!” Susan walked over to the booth that I now recognized as Sally’s and handed the wildfer berries to her. I could see a flash of silver as Sally hugged Susan in thanks, and next thing I knew Susan was back over. She grinned and I could see a shining, silver piece of Dichalca in between her seemingly perfect teeth. Her dirty blond hair sat gently on her shoulders and her freckles stood out against her pale face. Her green eyes were always the first thing that caught someones eyes. Mine were just a pale gray, not entrancing like hers. Turning back to the booth I wondered what was taking Wooly so long.

Leaning over the booths table I could hear murmuring behind the closed curtain. Rapping my knuckles on the wooden frame, I wondered who was in there. I knew it could not be just Old Wooly because there were two voices. The rasp hard one of Wooly, and a smooth calming yet frightening one. My instincts told me to get out of there but curiosity got the best of me. Moving in even closer my hand almost on the flap, I peered in, looking around trying to spot the creator of the voice. All I could see was Old Wooly’s back turned to me, blocking out whatever was behind him.

“The children…..” the voice said, “I need to see them…”

“Of-f course s-sir” stammered Wooly and with that he turned heading strait towards me. Scrambling away just in time, I was able to rush back to Susan’s side, nearly nocking her down, before he saw me. She gave me one of those nasty frowns that she likes to take time to perfect (mostly on me). And turned to face the coming old man who had helped us survive over the years we had lived in the forest.

Old Wooly had helped us over the years after he found us, dying from starvation, cold and just the lack of hope, out side the Village. He gave us netting for our beds and gave us the little supplies we had. After a little while he had brought us to the market to teach us how to do bargains and trade. He told the people who he trusted our story and they became our family trading with us, and helping in any way they could. We were very grateful because helping us could get them exiled or even worst, killed. Old Wooly pretended to be our Uncle so we could easily get into the market and city without the G.O.G becoming suspicious, so we were able to trade. But we had to be careful because the G.O.G. Officers were always trying to catch under age traders.

This was because after 2026 Global Order of Government was taken by the country and then the world. It’s like a giant group of police officers, all following one leader. Children who were found were sent to the G.O.G. Orphanages where they trained to become G.O.G. Officers. I still have horrible memories from Ruckbarb where we were “stationed”. Some too horrible to even mention. But I can tell you that they believed some thing to be wrong with us. They had us scanned, pricked by sharp needles, had our hair plucked so they could examine us.

It had all started when we were three and became legal wards of the G.O.G. We had to go through all of these tests because of one incident that occurred when they drew our blood to find our genes and figure out who we were. They had discovered that mine was burning hot inside my veins and that Susan’s was freezing cold. This was just the start of our troubles.

As Old Wooly came closer I could see that he was uncomfortable and fearful, yet happy and calm. His face muscles kept twitching but a smile kept it’s place on his face. He patted me on the back then turned to face both of us.

“There is someone here to see you, children” he said the words seemingly jumbling up then plopping out of his mouth. His pale face acted like a mirror for the sun and his white beard was tumbled around mixed into his hair, which he barely had any of.

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I hope that you guys like this series so far! If you missed the first chapter then go to the Wolf Stones Chapter One; Fire in Your Eyes (Revision) . Please leave any feedback for the story and also rate it. Also look out for the rest of this chapter!

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Chapter 2; Teary Eyes

“Just don’t look suspicious.” I whispered to my sister. I could see her muscles tense and a frown stretch across her face. She was reliving memories, I could tell by the way her eyes seemed to gray. I wanted to hug her and tell her that those memories were just dreams but they were not. They were real. As real as life itself. We kept walking, trying to look like we fit in. As we walked pass the GOG officers only one of them, who looked only a couple of years older than us, paid any attention to us. I could see him sneering at us.

“Ha! I am so superior to these farms folk!” His expression hinted. All of them probably figured that we were just the kids of one of the booth sellers. And that’s what we wanted them to think. I had a plan, as I always did. I steered us towards Old Wooly’s booth. When we got there I proclaimed:

“Here’s the wool uncle!” I could tell that Susan knew what I was doing, and so she went along with it.

“I think someone dropped this bag of berries at the unloading station!” She yelled.

A voice from farther in shouted, “Oh! Those are mine!” Susan walked over to the booth that I now recognized as Sally’s and handed the wildfer berries to her. I could see a flash of silver as Sally hugged Susan in thanks, and next thing I knew Susan was back over. She grinned and I could see a shining, silver piece of Dichalca in between her seemingly perfect teeth. Her dirty blond hair sat gently on her shoulders and her freckles stood out against her pale face. Her green eyes were always the first thing that caught someone’s eyes. Mine were just a pale gray, not entrancing like hers. Turning back to the booth I wondered what was taking Wooly so long.

Leaning over the booths table I could hear murmuring behind the closed curtain. Rapping my knuckles on the wooden frame, I wondered who was in there. I knew it could not be just Old Wooly because there were two voices. The rasp hard one of Wooly, and a smooth calming yet frightening one. My instincts told me to get out of there but curiosity got the best of me. Moving in even closer my hand almost on the flap, I peered in, looking around trying to spot the creator of the voice. All I could see was Old Wooly’s back turned to me, blocking out whatever was behind him.

“The children…..” the voice said, “I need to see them…”

“Of-f course s-sir” stammered Wooly and with that he turned heading straight towards me. Scrambling away just in time, I was able to rush back to Susan’s side, nearly knocking her down, before he saw me. She gave me one of those nasty frowns that she likes to take time to perfect (mostly on me). And turned to face the coming old man who had helped us survive over the years we had lived in the forest.

Old Wooly had helped us over the years after he found us, dying from starvation, cold and just the lack of hope, out side the Village. He gave us netting for our beds and gave us the little supplies we had. After a little while he had brought us to the market to teach us how to do bargains and trade. He told the people who he trusted our story and they became our family trading with us, and helping in any way they could. We were very grateful because helping us could get them exiled or even worst, killed. Old Wooly pretended to be our Uncle so we could easily get into the market and city without the G.O.G becoming suspicious, so we were able to trade. But we had to be careful because the G.O.G. Officers were always trying to catch under age traders.

This was because after 2026 Global Order of Government was taken by the country and then the world. It’s like a giant group of police officers, all following one leader. Children who were found were sent to the G.O.G. Orphanages where they trained to become G.O.G. Officers. I still have horrible memories from Ruckbarb where we were “stationed”. Some too horrible to even mention.

But I can tell you that they believed some thing to be wrong with us. They had us scanned, pricked by sharp needles, had our hair plucked so they could examine us. It had all started when we were three and became legal wards of the G.O.G. We had to go through all of these tests because of one incident that occurred when they drew our blood to find our genes and figure out who we were. They had discovered that mine was burning hot inside my veins and that Susan’s was freezing cold. This was just the start of our troubles.

As Old Wooly came closer I could see that he was uncomfortable and fearful, yet happy and calm. His face muscles kept twitching but a smile kept its place on his face. He patted me on the back then turned to face both of us.

“There is someone here to see you, children”

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The words seemed to jumble up then plop out of his mouth. I wasn’t sure that I heard it right. His pale face acted like a mirror for the sun and his white beard was tumbled around mixed into his hair, which he barely had any of. Now that he was up close I could see that his skin was a pale white and the muscles under it were throbbing as if he were in pain.

“Are you ok?” I asked looking over to Luke. He saw it too, something was wrong, very wrong, we had to get out of here now.

“I am fine children, just follow me.” he said then turned and started to walk towards the booth entrance. That’s when I knew something was really wrong with him. Wooly had never called us children, he always called us by our names since he thought we were close enough to adulthood to not be called kids or children anymore. The other part that bugged me was how he said there was some one to see us, no one asked to see us. I stared at his back trying to figure out what was wrong, until someone jerked me to face them. Instinctively I shoved them away and moved my hand to my knife ready to draw it if they made any move.

“Just calm down will you!” I heard a familiar voice say, I looked up and saw that it was just Luke. Sighing I plainly asked:

“What is it this time?” I rolled my eyes and waited for his answer.

He looked around to make sure no one was listening then said, “Don’t do it,”

“Do what?” I questioned not entirely sure what he was talking about.

“Don’t go in, I don’t trust him,”

“For crying out loud how can you not trust him? After all he’s the reason we’re still alive!”

“I heard him talking,”

“Well no duh! He’s partially insane!” I said raising my voice above a whisper.

“No, not to himself to some one else. There is someone else in there, Susan!” I stared at Luke in surprise and reality sank in. Someone, someone was behind those curtains and they wanted Luke and her. Never, this had never happened before. My mined blanked out and I felt fuzzy, away from everything else. Then I was flying.

~I was soaring, up and over the trees, the world lay spread out beneath me. My hands outstretched looked like wings, the wind pushed against my skin giving me a buzzing sensation. Closing my eyes I could hear the calls of nature beckoning me to join them.

Then a large crashing sound bore down on me. My body was being flipped every which way. Then the pain reached me, it felt as if a million bees were stinging me each one sending poison into my body, slowing me down. My body fell but I couldn’t do anything. I was frozen in mid scream, being beaten by the wind. I opened up my eyes to see thunder clashing, and to see the stings were just caused by rain, rain that was biting into me.

A gust of wind pushed me around hurling me head first towards the ground. It was all too much. My face felt hot and I realized that I was crying. I could not stop my fall, only death was the end, my future. Tears continued to fall, blending into the rain. And I gave up. I gave up to the wind and rain, falling limp just waiting for my helpless body to hit the ground.

I could hear a shrill scream over the sound of the wind. Then I found that it was mine, my last breath escaping my lungs trying desperately to fly away, to live. But it did not escape and ended up falling, being pushed down by the wind along side me. There was no hope.~

“Susan,” a voice said.

“Susan!” I opened up my eyes to see Luke’s face staring down at me.

“What?” I groggily mumbled. I pushed myself up, propped on my elbow.

Looking around I could see that I was in a booth-tent. How I got there I did not know.

“Is she all right?” an entrancing voice called out. My eyes ran around the room trying to find the mystical voices source.

“Yes, she’s awake now,” my brother replied.

“We will need her help if we are to succeed,” My eyes darted to a corner of the tent, where a man was standing in the shadows. He caught my eye and stepped out into the light.

His face was beautiful, bright like a morning sun. His bright blue eyes glimmered from the streams of light in the tent. It was a face you could only love. His clothes on the other hand were just plain weird. He wore what looked like an expensive sheet wrapped around his body, it was held up by a golden leave on his shoulder. Around his neck he wore a gold necklace with a green stone on the edge.

“Who are you?” I asked confused by his presence. Why was he here? What did he want with us? What should I do?

“I am Malco, the Alpha wolf of the Elster Clan, Son of Timera and Spactor and I am here to bring you home.”

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I hope that you guys like this series so far! If you missed the first chapter then go to the Wolf Stones Chapter One; Fire in Your Eyes (Revision) . Please leave any feedback for the story and also rate it. 

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