Authors: Reese Morgan
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senses, Hayden quickly spun around the bald-headed man in her way, easily avoiding a collision.
at the sight of her concealed face
“Hey, watch where you’re going!”
Ignoring the irate man,
tened the scarf around her
After a long day of work, m
en and women
scurried home to their families
rdly paying her much attention.
While her eyes and chin were on the ground, her senses were open, alerting her to the surrounding strangers. If they came too close, she would have to hold her breath and focus on anything but their proximity.
two hours ago
her first day of senior year and it
been the wors
day of her life. This past summer,
had imagined the perfect senior year; seeing her friends, dating potential boyfriends, even the classes seemed somewhat appealing.
everything had turned out to be a nuisance, a mere annoyance. All she had wanted to do was escape the confinement of the school and run.
It was a restl
essness she wasn’t familiar with
and she couldn’t seem to shake it.
Suddenly, a shoulder bumped into her, causing
to stumble ungracefully
the edge of the sidewalk. Inhaling deeply, she felt something stir hotly
her stomach. It was a raging feeling, an angry pain that refused to cool or calm.
turned to glare at the person who had bumped into her. The middle-aged wo
man flashed an apologetic smile, but it wavered as soon as
’s hostile stare. Without any further eye contact, the stranger hurried past.
Trembling in both fatigue and suppressed anger,
, pulling it tighter around her mouth. Her teeth played with the material, pulling and chewing at it
instant reaction she got when physical contact occurred. It had been this way since the attack this past summer. No one could touch her, no one could brush their hand down her arm, and even her own mother’s touch set
’s teeth on edge.
Trying to pacify
exhaled slowly and wandered into the gutter of the road. She needed somewhere to breathe easily, somewhere that didn’t involve busy sidewalks and clumsy pedestrians.
Crossing the street, she all but ran.
Her mother would be worried at her absence, but
. Inside, her body was unsettled and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt her family. These episodes had happened before and it wasn’t something
knew how to control. Those around her suffered with her vocal outbursts,
voicing her disagreement was the lesser of the two evils. There were times she just
wanted to lash out physically.
Huffing, she jogged toward the park. Up ahead, there were only a few children left at the playground.
Judging by the parents standing impatiently around the perimeter of the sandbox, periodically gla
ncing at the time on their cell
phones, Hayden assumed the kids wouldn’t be staying for much longer.
She stumbled her way into the sandbox and collapsed onto a swing. Clutching the chains on either side of her, Hayden began practicing deep, steady breathing.
The longer she
, the more her
pulse began to
and the cooler her body became.
“Why do you wear a scarf when it’s so hot outside?”
At the innocent question,
slowly turned her head
the young boy sitting idly on the swing next to her. The
at her eyes.
“And why are your eyes
?” he asked
She marveled at th
e wonders of child
nlike the girls at school, the boy didn’t look nearly as
’s eyes as they had. Her classmates thought it had been an attempt
to appear fashionable, by wearing amber-colored contacts.
along with them and tried to
convince herself that maybe she
contacts into her eyes.
“Come on, sweetheart.” A woman quickly marched over and took her protesting son by the hand. She spared
a suspicious glare before
d cleanly off the swing
Through lowered lashes
watched them leave the park
. She found
that the mother kept glancing back, as if
lunge after them like a lunatic. Only when they disappeared from sight did
look away, smiling bitterly across the park.
Before she had much chan
e to contemplate further, t
he air around the playground suddenly turned warmer, thicker. Her relaxing body began acting up once again when
sensed the familiar aroma in the air. I
t was a woodsy smell, an exotic-
type of wood, and it was eerily similar to the scent of her aunt’s property in Montana. The aroma at her aunt’s
had only been this potent the night
was bitten and attacked.
, her eyes zeroed in on an advancing figure across from her. The man seemed familiar, but
couldn’t recall seeing him before. He certainly
a character she
er vividly if she had seen him.
as he emerged stealthily from behind the monkey bars
. The leather jacket he wore
too small for his muscular torso, and with a profound shrug of his shoulders, he tried
o adjust the coat.
the jacket wasn’t what
her undivided attention
. It was the
yellow fingernails and the ash-colored hair that fell to his biceps in greasy kinks. His very presence
mitted a threatening air
, and e
ven the onlookers took the intuitive warning in stride, pulling their children out of the park and never looking back.
wanted to follow them. She wasn’t stupid. Except, there was something making her stay put, an unfamiliar force keeping her obediently on the swing. Her amber eyes locked on the man’s gaze, fighting the fear that abruptly welled
His eyes were unnerving.
While one eye was brilliant amber, the other was a contrasting dark blue
. They held
’s gaze, capturing and demanding her to stay immobile. Panic
her body complied effortlessly at his silent and unspoken order.
The wolf that had attacked
had the same eyes as his. She c
ould never forget those eyes as she convulsed underneath him in pain, in horror, in utter helplessness.
, am I right?”
hadn’t raised his voice,
he was a good yard away.
The color of her eyes aside, her hearing had also
, as did her sight
still hadn’t told anyone
Swallowing the lingering fear,
raised her chin defiantly. “What’s it to you?” she
Her disbelief was beginning to overshadow
the earlier fear
she had felt
. Could the wolf in Montana really be here, standing before her
s a human? It was irrational and completely illogical, but something told her that it wasn’t
“You can call me Tracer,” he introduced unnecessarily before
. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
smile that stretched
his lips revealed
his yellow-coated teeth. “Don’t you feel our
e mocked with a dry c
huckle. “Our connection is what’s
making you sit so obediently for me.”