This choice: Tara was at the table, a grave look on her face. • Go Back... "...Tara?" you asked, confused as to why she was sat there, usually she was asleep at this point in the day.
"...yea..." she said, looking like she was trying to keep herself from crying.
"what's going on? where's Sasha?" you asked, both worried and confused.
Tara gestured to the seat opposite her at the table, beckoning for you to sit. you complied, sitting down and looking at her.
"...alright...I think its about time I explained a few things that your uncle didn't..." she said, looking at you with a solemn face. her amber eyes showing how much she didn't want to say what she was about to.
you just nodded.
"...alright....firstly...Sasha has a certain...darkness..." she said, looking at you.
" Darkness...?" you repeated, even more confused now.
Tara nodded, looking at you sternly, before she looked away.
" I don't know if you had the dream or not...but you should know that Sasha is probably the worst...especially if she takes a liking to someone..." she said, looking at you when she said the last part.
'the dream', that made you shiver as you thought back to your dream last night.
Tara saw this, sighing. "I guess that means you did have the dream then...so you know what Sasha is...."
you looked at her, astounded and also quite a bit scared. "...you mean that she's..."
" A werewolf...or WereHusky to be precise..." said Tara, looking at you with pity, as though she already knew your fate.
"....oh hell..." you said to yourself more than her. "....is she...well....attracted to me?" you asked her, almost sounding hopeful, but keeping yourself sounding grave, kicking yourself mentally for having that same attraction to her.
Tara looked at me seriously, her answer was clear before she'd even said it.
" to put it in laments terms...the second you stood up to Vicky you were her idol..." she replied, looking at you with a hint of admiration herself.
you blanched. "...greeeaaat....so...what other do I need to watch out for...?" you asked, wanting to get the image of Sasha's werewolf form out of your mind before your body betrayed your real feelings.
"well...Vicky loves to mess with Sasha, so make sure your with Sasha a lot so she doesn't get herself hurt...also...Vicky is known to try and forcibly have her fun with the other girls, so do your best to check on them all, regularly. and lastly...don't ever try to follow Sasha into the woods on the night of a full moon..." she said, looking at you sternly as she emphasised the last part.
"uh...ok..." you said, swallowing hard as she stared hard at you with her amber eyes.
"good...and be careful none of the girls are causing trouble" she said, getting up from the table to go back to the living room.
"hold on..." you say, catching her attention as she looked back at you.
"yes?" she asked, looking at you.
"....where is Sasha now?" you ask her, the concern in your voice present.
"...she's out...she need to have some time alone...so leave her be..." said Tara, walking back into the living room, laying down and curling up on the rug in front of the fireplace.
You looked at her, before sighing, getting up and making breakfast, you ate then looked to a list posted on the fridge.
Dear Kevin.
I'm sorry I had to run out so unexpectedly, I'll be back by Friday, I've posted a list of jobs to be done on the farm while I'm gone under this note, I'll see you on Friday.
love from Sasha.
you smiled a bit at the last sentence, looking down at the list posted underneath, thinking to yourself about which job you should do first.
the job's were;
shear Jane.
Re-stock hay.
pick fruit for Luna from the orchard.
feed the chickens.
you thought to yourself, which would you do...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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