man’s side, helping him to his feet.
“What did you see Hawk?” Thorne asked.
“Melanie is chained in a dark cell.” Hawk said.
“Is she alright?” Thorne asked, as anger burned deep in his eyes. His wendigo growled
deeply, wanting desperately to rush to the surface, destroying Melanie’s captors.
He’d take great pleasure in ripping Raphael to shreds.
“Melanie is fine, but for some strange reason, I’m sensing only one harmful spirit
around her, but soon there will be more. One must stay, to free the others and to
save this planet. Greed is involved, it has to be the hunter. Where is Raphael?”
Hawk asked puzzled.
“Maybe Raphael isn’t her captor?” Ronnie asked. “What did you mean by one must stay,
to free the others and save this planet? What is going to happen?"
“No, Ronnie,” Thorne murmured. “Raphael will go to great lengths to get back at
me.” He said. “Something strange is going on, don’t know what it is, but we need
to get my Melanie.” Thorne said eagerly. “I’ll honestly never forgive myself if
something were to happen to her. Hawk, what did you mean?” Suddenly realizing Hawk
would remained tight-lipped, Thorne racked his brain in an effort to decipher the
old man’s words.
The men hurried back to the car, away from the stench of the alley and the prying
looks of human passerby’s. Once inside the car, Hawk sensed Thorne’s epiphany. Joy
and pride erupted within the shaman’s heart when he quickly had a vision of Thorne
running the Black Claws, as he should have been all along.
“There is just one thing Thorne.” Hawk said eagerly. “I understand your first reaction
to many obstacles is anger, but you will need to lie that to rest. I foresee great
things in your future, young wolf, but on this night, if you let anger get the best
of you, Melanie will be lost to you forever. Tonight will be your greatest challenge,
your greatest test,” Hawk warned, and with that, the shaman sat back, chanting a
prayer in their Chippewa tongue.
Ronnie and Thorne looked at one another as Ronnie drove through the heavily trafficked
streets of the city. A sense of peace and confusion swept across Thorne like a warm
blanket, but he knew Hawk would not reveal all he knew. Thorne would have to figure
things out on his own, as the moment of confrontation grew closer.
* * * * *
Darius and Dane spoke silently among themselves, not too far from Melanie’s cell.
The old abandoned warehouse was eerie and dank, and specially made for containing
creatures who were about to be put on the black market.
“What are we going to do?” Darius asked Dane. “That woman doesn’t deserve to be
in there, Raphael is crazy, and Kyle, he’s just a fucking sicko!”
“What do you propose we do?” Dane asked. “I swear, I don’t know why the hell I’m
still here,” the man exclaimed.
“That goes for me too, Dane, this is all we know my friend. I mean honestly, since
Raphael sired us, we have always followed in his lead. Now, everything is leaving
a bad taste in our mouths, buddy.” Darius said.
“I think we should help her bust out of here.” Dane confessed, scanning the area.
“Kyle and Raphael are consumed with greed, and they think…
“Alright superhero, how can we get her out of there? Raphael has the key, and there
is a spell that makes breaking into the cell impossible, not to mention those damn
chains, but only Raphael can free her, if he wants to.” Darius said.
“Fuck, I guess we’ll have to wait for the right moment. If I survive this, I’m getting
as far away from Raphael as I possibly can.” Dane said.
“I’m with you on that man, let’s just hang around, keep your eyes and ears open,
alright?”
“Yeah man, whatever you say.” Dane replied, as both men walked to another section
of the warehouse.
* * * * * *
Melanie was in a serious funk, because as hard as she tried, she could not shift
into werewolf form. Hunger pangs ripped at her insides, but not as bad
“What did you see Hawk?” Thorne asked.
“Melanie is chained in a dark cell.” Hawk said.
“Is she alright?” Thorne asked, as anger burned deep in his eyes. His wendigo growled
deeply, wanting desperately to rush to the surface, destroying Melanie’s captors.
He’d take great pleasure in ripping Raphael to shreds.
“Melanie is fine, but for some strange reason, I’m sensing only one harmful spirit
around her, but soon there will be more. One must stay, to free the others and to
save this planet. Greed is involved, it has to be the hunter. Where is Raphael?”
Hawk asked puzzled.
“Maybe Raphael isn’t her captor?” Ronnie asked. “What did you mean by one must stay,
to free the others and save this planet? What is going to happen?"
“No, Ronnie,” Thorne murmured. “Raphael will go to great lengths to get back at
me.” He said. “Something strange is going on, don’t know what it is, but we need
to get my Melanie.” Thorne said eagerly. “I’ll honestly never forgive myself if
something were to happen to her. Hawk, what did you mean?” Suddenly realizing Hawk
would remained tight-lipped, Thorne racked his brain in an effort to decipher the
old man’s words.
The men hurried back to the car, away from the stench of the alley and the prying
looks of human passerby’s. Once inside the car, Hawk sensed Thorne’s epiphany. Joy
and pride erupted within the shaman’s heart when he quickly had a vision of Thorne
running the Black Claws, as he should have been all along.
“There is just one thing Thorne.” Hawk said eagerly. “I understand your first reaction
to many obstacles is anger, but you will need to lie that to rest. I foresee great
things in your future, young wolf, but on this night, if you let anger get the best
of you, Melanie will be lost to you forever. Tonight will be your greatest challenge,
your greatest test,” Hawk warned, and with that, the shaman sat back, chanting a
prayer in their Chippewa tongue.
Ronnie and Thorne looked at one another as Ronnie drove through the heavily trafficked
streets of the city. A sense of peace and confusion swept across Thorne like a warm
blanket, but he knew Hawk would not reveal all he knew. Thorne would have to figure
things out on his own, as the moment of confrontation grew closer.
* * * * *
Darius and Dane spoke silently among themselves, not too far from Melanie’s cell.
The old abandoned warehouse was eerie and dank, and specially made for containing
creatures who were about to be put on the black market.
“What are we going to do?” Darius asked Dane. “That woman doesn’t deserve to be
in there, Raphael is crazy, and Kyle, he’s just a fucking sicko!”
“What do you propose we do?” Dane asked. “I swear, I don’t know why the hell I’m
still here,” the man exclaimed.
“That goes for me too, Dane, this is all we know my friend. I mean honestly, since
Raphael sired us, we have always followed in his lead. Now, everything is leaving
a bad taste in our mouths, buddy.” Darius said.
“I think we should help her bust out of here.” Dane confessed, scanning the area.
“Kyle and Raphael are consumed with greed, and they think…
“Alright superhero, how can we get her out of there? Raphael has the key, and there
is a spell that makes breaking into the cell impossible, not to mention those damn
chains, but only Raphael can free her, if he wants to.” Darius said.
“Fuck, I guess we’ll have to wait for the right moment. If I survive this, I’m getting
as far away from Raphael as I possibly can.” Dane said.
“I’m with you on that man, let’s just hang around, keep your eyes and ears open,
alright?”
“Yeah man, whatever you say.” Dane replied, as both men walked to another section
of the warehouse.
* * * * * *
Melanie was in a serious funk, because as hard as she tried, she could not shift
into werewolf form. Hunger pangs ripped at her insides, but not as bad
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