Cry of the Wolf

Chapter 11: An Angel or Demon?

The mist around Madison and Ryley fogged their senses and somehow made Madison feel much more relaxed than she ever did with Ryley, almost. She would glance at him with narrowed eyes only to notice that he was spying at her through the corner of his eyes suspiciously. She pulled her eyes away and stared at the light ahead determinedly, angry with herself for allowing this mist to play with her.

‘Not to be intruding or anything, but why did you allow Sarah to go and visit Simon, do you realize what time of the month it is Madison?’ Ryley asked as casually as he could.

Madison glared at Ryley, her fists beginning to clench as she felt her anger rising deep inside of her. Of course she knew what time of the month it was, she was not stupid or anything ever close to that, how dare Ryley even ask such a question.

‘I do not break down to bribery or any sweet talk, so don’t think that I will tell you my reasons for why I allowed Sarah to go.’ Madison growled.

Ryley cocked his head at Madison and rolled his eyes mockingly, ‘Well you may have just killed your best friend, and the one who is going to save our kind.’

Madison sighed profoundly and tried to hide her face in her shadowy hair; however, Ryley caught a short glimpse of Madison’s diminutive smile that blessed her lips. Even though this worried and aroused Ryley’s curiosity, he remained silent knowing that Madison longed for it so much.



Eyes fluttered aimlessly, lashes tickled. The sweet aroma of summer filled the room and entered Sarah’s nostrils, making her nose twitch delightfully. An itch by her ear and with a swift movement Sarah’s hand immediately began to scratch at her ear determinedly.

When Nicky stirred above Sarah, she awoke with a start at the shrill noises of the bedsprings just above her head and rolled off of her bed. However, Sarah landed simultaneously on the floor on her two feet and two hands.

She cocked her head at the window and narrowed her eyes at the birds that just were on the other side of her window, sitting there whistling away without a care in the world. Their tunes were quite beautiful, but it was not the tune that Sarah was interested in, but actually, she wanted to consume them.

See, when Sarah had awoke that morning; she had a deep lingering hunger that she had never felt before, not even in her vampire form. The hunger was for sweet blood, for killing something, tearing it apart and to watch it die, just to destroy something, anything. Once again, Nicky moved on the upper bunk catching Sarah’s attention.

She had an interesting smell about her, but there was also the sound of the blood flowing through her veins and the smell of just a female at that, female blood was always much better than males, especially if they were a virgin because then the blood would be pure.

Sarah unconsciously licked her lips as she stared up at her sister, hungry; however, another side of Sarah pulled and warned her not to touch Nicky or there would be deep consequences.

Sarah paused, heard Jake move around in his room, and wondered about him, she noticed that he had an interesting smell that she could not quite place her finger on. She rose from the ground and moved on towards Jake still quite curious with him. Sarah froze when she heard his raspy breaths and muttering curses under his breath as he paced around his room, she actually even envisioned Jake grabbing his hair as he kept swearing, the curses becoming nastier as time moved on.

Now instead of curiosity, Sarah had doubt and fear about her own brother and wondered what had become of him. Never had she ever heard Jake swear as much as he did while he marched angrily around his room, it was quite unusual and almost intimidating to think that her brother was somehow stronger. She knew it deep down, she sensed his newfound strength within himself only recently and it has been growing and devouring him since. However, only today could she actually smell his reeking male odour seeping from the room and something else, an evil that she felt was her duty to release him of. She paused in her own thinking and remembered that one night when Nicky had come home drunk, Sarah had left her parents alone with Jake painstakingly vulnerable.

The shock of thinking about what most likely happened was curious but unbearable to think about, her parents would never feast on their only son, their precious little Jake, would they? He was the intellect one out of the three of their children; Sarah knew that one day Jake would make something of himself and become quite the success. What lay in the future for herself however, well, there were many possibilities and one that crossed her mind a lot was death from Vladmire.

The only possibility that Sarah could also guess is that she might be a success in her own way, and only her people would know of her and what she would be doing to save their world.

Sarah shook her head and wiped away all the thoughts that were crossing, no flying through her mind at the moment and very gently, she opened her bedroom door and peered out into the hallway. The hallway was still dark since there were no windows and it gave her own home an eerie effect that she might have expected from her midnight school instead of her own home. Sarah’s breath caught slightly in her throat when Jake’s shadow passed under the opening of his door causing Sarah’s dream of Vladmire to become a reality for an instant. That one instant however, Sarah had froze and glared down horrified at the moving shadow that seemed to slink towards her. Even the shadows arms appeared as though they reached out towards her in a deep longing, the fingers long and the nails even more extensive and deadly sharp.

You could almost actually hear his voice calling her name in the distance she thought as she backed up towards the wall. She knew that it was his voice for she had heard it before at Anna’s and in her dreams repeatedly as his bright red eyes would glare at her.

It was impossible for Vladmire to be here, not in his own world where he belonged but here in Sarah’s small town of Grand Valley, here in her own home and slowly making his way towards her. Impossible, right? But then again Sarah had quickly learned within the last month that anything could be possible and she tried not to underestimate Vladmire's powers.

Sarah’s eyes began to gleam heatedly and the precious necklace that lay underneath her nightgown also started to shine, illuminating the hallway. One of the arms pulled back angrily as if it had been burned by the light that Sarah was causing, and before Sarah could even blink once the shadow melted away with a slight hiss leaving her alone once again in her hallway, safe, but who knew for who long.

Sarah’s eyes fluttered and squinted as she suddenly began to lose control of the reality around her. Her mind could not clasp around the fact that she was safe and alone in her hallway, it almost seemed as if someone was trying to break into her mind and destroy her from the inside out. Sarah wanted to scream at the anguishing pain the pounded at her mind and everything that moved around her but not a sound escaped from her lips.

Sarah knew nothing else except escape from whatever was tormenting her and fled the hallway that slowly closed in around her. Voices around Sarah screamed at her and tore at her mind and yet they directed her in the way she should make for. She clawed away at whatever was in front of her and scratched away at her face pulling out her shoulder length silvery blonde hair. She never even noticed the blood on her hands or face as she nearly ripped her front door nearly right off the hinges and ran into the misty morning still in her state of panic.



Nicky’s eyes opened within an instant as soon as she heard Sarah leap down the flight of stairs knocking down anything that hung on the wall. She gasped slightly and leaped silently onto the floor listening for where Sarah might have run off to, however Sarah had already slammed their front door shut. Nicky slid across her bare floor on her socks and caught Sarah running barefoot and still in her pyjamas down the road and towards the forest.

She took a guess where she might be heading but had no idea why she would have taken off in such a hurry at six in the morning without even telling their parents, but then again she may have done that with her thoughts. Nicky chewed on her lip expectantly as she saw the last glimpse of Sarah before she disappeared into the grey mist that hung maybe a couple of feet off the ground.

Should she ask her mother or father where Sarah might have gone, or would that be intruding a little much into Sarah’s own business? Nicky did now know all about Sarah and her family and even had a touch of magic within her as well, but she lost her sister’s trust over the past month and did not dare wish to do anything more to make Sarah hate her.

Nicky paused as she heard the sound of Jake’s door creak open and at first did not really think of it of any importance. Then Nicky’s suspicious nature crept upon her, as she did not hear Jake leave his room and make his way downstairs, he only kept opening his door at a turtle’s pace. Eventually Jake slipped his way through the opening in his door and made his way quite gently towards the end of the hallway, this is where he paused once again and scoffed.

Nicky knew that this was not her brother Jake. She could feel a quenching feeling deep in her stomach the told her to go and interrupt Jake with whatever he was doing, but Nicky couldn’t. Ever since Alex had been taken control of, Nicky felt that she was weak and too gullible to meddle in Sarah’s world when that is what she wanted the whole time. All Nicky ever wanted was for something like this to happen to her and Sarah, something that could make them different from everyone else. Now it just pulled at Sarah and Nicky each passing day and made them become farther apart than they’ve ever been in their entire lives.

Nicky sobbed quietly as she could remembering everything from her childhood and how everything was so different then, then it all changed with a snap of her grandmother’s fingers and Nicky was left alone in the middle of it all without her sister’s hand to help her when she needed it. Nicky never admitted this to anyone, especially Sarah, but she felt quite lost and as if she had no purpose without Sarah next to her, she had always been there to help Nicky and yet Nicky had not always been there for Sarah. Nicky of course tried but always ended up blaming someone else (usually Madison) for not helping Sarah whenever she needed.

Nicky quieted herself down and questioned what might happen if Nicky were to follow Jake downstairs and check what he was doing, then paused on the thought of what if it was a trap? And even though what she was doing hurt her because she was letting everyone down, Nicky climbed back up into her bed and squeezed her eyes shut, pushing the light out and allowing the darkness to swarm around her. She felt that this had to be the only way to keep living and to not get herself involved with something that she could never understand. No one would ever understand.



The stumbling steps of a wolf entered the alleyway and echoed down along it, but no one had noticed or most likely did not even care. The wolf whimpered and collapsed against a pile of garbage that rotted across the alleyway. Rats watched the wolf curiously as they edged closer to the garbage, their lust for the stink overwhelming their fear of the wolf.

The wolf’s eyes could barely stay open as the rats swarmed all around digging their way into the trash and even clawing and biting away at the wolf’s fur and warm flesh. The wolf yelped only slightly when a rat chewed its way into the back leg, but now it had enough and with a swift and barely visible movement kicked the rat into the brick wall adjacent to itself.

However, the more the wolf began to fight off the scavengers, the more they began to scratch and claw their way at it. The wolf growled to warn them but the rats did not heed the warning and continued, <You want me, so be it then> the wolf whispered to itself and began to attack and actually eat the rats around it.

The warm blood oozed its way down the throat and healed the wolf’s mind and body, and that’s when it realized that it needed blood to stay strong and alive for as long as possible. The only problem that it had was that the rat’s blood and body were not nearly enough to satisfy the wolfs probing hunger.

That is when a curious scent caught its attention and before it even saw what caused such a delicious smell, it knew. The blood of a human that pulsed through the veins and overpowered the werewolf. Nevertheless, this was not any ordinary human, first off their was a pure and sweet virginal imprint that lingered in the wolf’s nose. And even though it noticed that this human was pure and should not be subjected to punishment, there was also that other smell that the werewolf could not quite figure out. This frightened the werewolf, but taunted it as well as it began its pursuit of the interesting human, if it were so.

Moving between the humans and occasionally getting a warm pat on the head by young children (which felt surprisingly good by the way), the werewolf followed the human by only a few feet. Now that it was so close, the werewolf could tell that this was no human and wondered why it still perused the unknown. Well they do say that curiosity did kill the cat, but cat’s were not nearly as smart as he and so the werewolf continued baffled as he was.

The human (or whatever it was) paused on the street and glanced around herself almost as if she were aware that the wolf was close on her heels. As she glanced back from the way she came, the werewolf saw something that made it completely sure that this was no human. Her eyes were at first a deep purple filled with intelligence and sorrow, but then they changed to a lighter softer purple that flaunted her perfect porcelain skin. Then with a swift wave of her head, her hair also changed from black to snow white silk that floated around her face. This intrigued the wolf because it noticed that no humans passing by had even realized that someone was morphing on the street before their very eyes. Could only the wolf see this transformation or was the female oblivious to the passer-by’s and the world itself? The wolf decided to investigate this creature more not only for what it hoped would be its food, but also because this creature captivated and called on the werewolf more than anything.

The human was on the move heading towards the forest, which only inclined the werewolf to question this human and be a bit more cautious. The woods could be a dangerous place if you were not properly trained or without weapon, which is why most humans of Grand River happily stayed away and ignore the forest all together. Humans were so blind to everything around them. But not the werewolf, every scent, every sound, every insignificant movement caused the werewolf instincts to act up and make it feel almost vulnerable. It was still not used to everything so vibrant, close, and of course shrill. Even the soft steps of the female up ahead was distinct that the werewolf could figure out which foot moved at whatever time.

The female paused up ahead and sighed, but for reasons that were unknown to the wolf, yet. As the female entered an opening along her trail, the dense trees around stepped sideways and barred out their branches to keep her hidden.

The werewolf hesitated and wondered whether it should leap its way into the trees and observe or head back with an empty stomach of defeat. Without a second thought, the werewolf leaped high into the trees and inched its way towards the opening. Peeking through branches the wolf observed the scene, and quickly found that the female was not alone; she came to meet this man about something.

‘Ah Skatha, finally arrived have we?’ the man who asked this sounded young and arrogant, but the wolf could not yet see his face since he was cloaked and still leaned against a tree in the distance. Skatha merely nodded without response and approached the middle of the circle while the man did so as well. ‘Well, you are defiantly looking well for fighting such a war, not even aged since the last hundred years have you?’

‘I am not here for idle chit chat Arwan, Hillary has sent me to question your actions and why you have not been keeping your keen and close eye as you promised you would,’ Skatha replied curtly. She had such an angelic voice with the hint of an unknown accent hidden within her words. Arwan smiled and finally took his hood from his head.

The first thing that the wolf noticed was the vampire fangs that revealed themselves slightly. The second was the two necklaces that hung from Arwan’s neck; the first was the vampire identification of the sun and the moon. The second was a dragon wrapped around a bloody sword. Though these were supposed to mean nothing to the werewolf, a deep memory from its possible human form was trying to break through, possibly to help figure out the clues to the endless mystery.

‘Well why exactly does Hillary no longer trust me with what I have been granted, I have always been there whenever needed.’ Arwan replied coyly with a small laugh, Skatha’s eyes narrowed slightly but she remained demeaning and emotionless.

‘You may believe what you like to keep pretending you are worth to be a vampire, but when your assignment has almost been killed over several times now we do begin to question your abilities and of course, your alliance.’ Even though Skatha kept her face straight, the werewolf noticed that her eyes shone of mischief. Arwan tried to appear as though he was unaffected but betrayed himself when he winced and actually had to look away from Skatha.

‘I knew that even you would not believe in me, I do try you know but the situations sometimes need to unravel themselves and must be learned, handled with care.’

Skatha finally showed some emotion and showed the hurt that formed in her beautiful violet eyes and reached out and brushed her hand against the side of Arwan’s creamy smooth complexion. Arwan closed his eyes and embraced the warmth of Skatha’s hand.

The werewolf suddenly became confused with the growing situation and wondered if these two knew each other more than what they pretended to. Just the look in each other’s eyes defiantly explained a lot more than just their body language. The werewolf was so interested that it moved closer in its tree and snapped a twig, very wrong move.

Skatha’s appearance changed within a few moments from a beautiful Angel from above to a some mad banshee. Her perfect snowy white hair flamed to a pitch black with flaming red streaks that almost seemed like fire breathed in her hair, her eyes also a pitch black and quite frightening. Her clothes went from white to a black and red tight armour outfit with flames for a cape floating harshly behind her.

Arwan demeanour changed from once arrogant, to gentle, and now apparently angry as he barred his teeth in the direction of the werewolf, his necklaces shining brightly on his chest. However, the werewolf was quite more frightened of Skatha than Arwan who just appeared as a small hissing vampire, and immediately tried to dash away within the trees to escape before they would attack.

Too late, Arwan glowed as he cast magic that caught the werewolf in mid-air and carried it back to the opening leaving the werewolf dangling in mid-air helplessly. It could barely breathe and even its eyelids remained open causing its eyes to water. The werewolf watched as Arwan moved around it observing quietly while Skatha revealed a pair or very large and feathery black wings. On first glance, they seemed normal, but as Skatha tested her wings and then angrily brought her left wing to its throat, the werewolf finally blinked in shock as it saw that the feathers were dangerously sharp and brushing against its fur.

The werewolf wanted to move and get out of its desperate situation, it was frightened, angry, confused and most of all hungry and desperate just to taste their blood if it had not ruin the moment.

‘What is your given name and why were you hiding among the trees spying upon us?’ Skatha asked straight away, her eyes blazing deep into the werewolf. The werewolf realized that Skatha was trying to break into its thoughts and tried desperately to close her mind, but forgot that it had even forgotten who it was in the first place. Skatha and the werewolf stared each other down each not allowing themselves to give in until the werewolf caught a glimpse of a memory from Skatha. It was a bloody flash of war in what the werewolf assumed was Foria; fire, blood, hatred and such lost hope filled the werewolf that it pulled out and lost concentration on its own mind.

No! Do not allow her in, was the only thoughts that crossed the werewolf’s mind as it only felt itself become weaker, and vulnerable.

‘You can not resist my telekinesis; I am one of the most powerful Harpies ever known in Foria and am one of Lady Hillary’s favourite to crack a mind. How you retrieved one of my own memories astounds me but that only weakened more I’m sure.’

Arwan’s eyes widened and stared hard at the werewolf that was in front of him and quietly consulted his two necklaces as Skatha tried to get answers.

‘I asked you of your name, why is it that you do not answer me, why is it that I cannot find it amongst your mind?’

<I do not remember my name and I speak of the truth, I do not know who I am or how I even came to be in this form, all I remember is the alleyway, I swear,> the werewolf cried out desperately. Both Skatha and Arwan had caught on, exchanged questioning glances to one another, and most likely spoke to each other within their minds leaving the werewolf alone in the silence.

‘How should we know whether to trust you or not; you are probably one of the scum villains of Lord Vladmire and to me that deserves death right on the spot.’ Skatha threatened pushing her wing up against the skin, and bringing her ravishing face right up into the werewolf’s.

‘Wait Skatha, I believe I might just know who this werewolf is.’ Arwan intruded quickly before anything horrible would have happened. Skatha titled her head and glanced back at Arwan, then again with fierce eyes at the werewolf. When she pulled her wing away, the werewolf noticed it was with much reluctance and reminded itself to thank Arwan for saving itself later.

Arwan waved his hand in the air in front of the werewolf and allowed it to come gently to the ground on all four paws. Arwan then approached the frightened werewolf and took it’s ashy furry jaw into his hand and examined its eyes, and only after a moment smiled and brought his two necklaces right up to the werewolf’s eyes so a shine repelled off of them. Within a few seconds, the werewolf closed its eyes and began transforming back to its human form.

‘Oh my dear lord, this, this cannot be,’ was all Skatha could murmur as her body began morphing to its gentle white and fell to her knees.

‘Oh but it is gentle Skatha, this was worse than anything we could have imagined.’ Arwan almost whispered as he stared, his eyes bright with a childish light.

Lying on the dewy grass completely bare from head to toe with her almost white blonde hair fallen around her face, was the legendary prophecy child Sarah Turner.

Sarah breathed heavily as she watched Skatha and Arwan’s faces and ignored that she had not a trace of clothing on, and let the tears finally fall from her crystal like eyes and began to explain how this had come to be. She thought it was quite odd that she had not remembered anything of who she was or how she had become what she was in her werewolf form, but to Arwan and Skatha she finally felt so low and allowed them to see her in her weakest moment. Skatha sat crossed legged, patient and once again barely emotionless listening while Arwan rested his head on one knee staring with a mix of fascination and disappointment in both himself and Sarah.

Sarah knew that she was far from being her innocent self that was only a few months ago, and she knew that she was most likely doomed to stay in her werewolf form for the rest of her days. Why had she allowed Simon to take her? Did she believe that it would make them closer, make him like her and accept her? Whatever her intentions had been, of course it seemed at the moment very foolish and stupid.

Arwan and Skatha however were considering something else for Sarah and sat listening, knowing that both would get hell from Hillary later that evening. Nevertheless, maybe this was meant to be, it seemed that everything turned out even if everything turned out wrong in the beginning. Moreover, this was in fact only the beginning for Sarah.