The Wolf In Me

Chapter 28 Haunted Dreams

Part 2 Horror

Melody's POV

As much as I was going to regret checking what I drove on, I couldn't get the possibility that it might have been one of the wolves out of my mind. With my shaking hands, I handed the walkie talkie to Lylah, my armpits starting to drench in sweat.

"No, Lylah, no. Stay here. Here, take this walkie talkie and if you hear anything coming in, just let me know," I ordered, opening the door.

I started praying to our mighty goddess that what it was back there, was just not one of us or human, but maybe a large rock or something.

Closing the heavy doors to my truck with a loud bang, I started moving my feet as they quivered beneath me. The thick raindrops started seeping into my hair, flattening it out against my cold face.

"Why didn't I think of getting decently dressed, damn it! It's cold," I mumbled to myself crossing my arms tightly against my chest as my shoulders lifted.

My light summery green dress was not enough that day and the more I walked, the colder it was getting. I could feel my lips turning purple as they quivered and my fingers getting numb, but that didn't stop me from moving forward.

My vision was spotting something bloody on the grounds just about two to three meters away from me which made me stop and rethink about moving any further.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" I kept murmuring, now taking one step at a time.

What was just inches away from my feet was too much for me to handle. As my eyes gazed on the bloody mess a scream escaped my throat, making my body take a few steps back. To my surprise I felt something else beneath my right shoe, so my whole body shifted to see what was behind me. Sure enough it was just what I have suspected all along.

Drenched in rain and sweat my vision became blurry and I felt like I was losing my mind. I screamed again losing control of myself.

Lylah's POV All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

What were seconds felt like a million years. I have never imagined that what I was looking at was possibly real. I only read them in books of fantasy stories. But no, seventeenth december twenty twenty was the day my eyes were open for the very first time. Laying on the cold hard ground were a set of two identical, yet familiar bodies. Their deep green eyes were open wide, expressing all the fear they were enduring moments before their deaths. Their long light brown hair knotted with blood and their mouths sealed shut as dry blood spilled out of it.

"How is this shit possible? Who would have the guts to do such a horrible thing?" I shouted with rage as my hands were in fists at my side.

I knelt down to close their eyes feeling pity over them, but as I did I got into a vision, taking me into these bodies's past.

"Ah, there she is. Oh. Hello there young lady. Welcome to our science lab. No need to introduce myself since all you are to us is just an experiment. Anyways, I doubt that you can understand a word I am saying. Here, take these clothes to cover yourself up," Biron said, giving one other female scientist a gesture with his arms to give her a hand.

The vision got blurry and then I felt myself shifting into some place else. My body was stuck in what looked like an incubator standing upright, giving me the opportunity to observe my surroundings.

Looking around me I saw a few science equipment and white light pointing at me.

"She is awake again, finally. Do you think she is able to use her clone's magic too, just like subject 23?" One scientist asked Biorn.

He shook his head, looking up and down my body grinning. I wasn't sure if I was wearing anything but I was feeling things stuck into me. I was not able to talk, so all I could do was stare at the two guys with their white science coats as they were writing down something on their notepads.

Shifting into another vision I was in some dark place, my body felt all broken and bruised. I could barely move a muscle but I did my best to turn my head around as my body rested against the wall sitting down. My eyes opened wide, looking at all the dead bodies around me being dumped like garbage sacks down a dumpster by some scientist helpers. I noticed that all the bodies were all clones of the same woman.

Suddenly someone came to my side lifting me up slightly from my under arms, dragging me towards the rest of the dead bodies that were placed next to the dumpster to be thrown away.

"This one's still alive Ryan. Should we let Brian know?" One of the guys asked, touching my face in a rough manner.

"No subject is to be left here! That is what he said. So no, we throw the living ones too. As harsh as it sounds, we need to keep ourselves alive too. You heard what he said when we were brought here Kyle," he said, breathing heavily as sweat was rolling down his fat face, throwing away another body.

I threw up over the soil as soon as I returned back next to the two dead clones in the damp forest, feeling nauseous after seeing what was going on. Melody rushed to my side, holding her arm on my back, helping me get better.

"What did you see Lylah? Surely whatever you saw was nothing good. Those women there are clones of my mother's younger self! What the f**ck! They thought this is a joke or what? I wonder if the enchantress herself back at the packhouse is the real one too!" She yelled over a few thunders that landed not too far away from our post.

"Let's get back in the truck Mel. There is so much to explain," I coughed, wiping my mouth against my right arm.

As we were about to get in the truck the walkie talkie got activated by a familiar voice.

"Melody, Jake talking, please come in."

I moved the device close to my mouth as we closed the doors of the truck, pushing the voice return button to talk.

"We are listenning Jake. We need to talk!" I replied with a tight voice.

"We need to meet up. Wait for us at the end of the river," he said steadily, closing the conversation.

"The end of the river?" I asked, not understandin what he meant.

"Figure of speech. We decided on a spot before we left the house to meet up at just in case we needed. You can never tell if an enemy would be listenning, so we took some precautions," Melody explained, starting the engine.

Nelly's POV

As I closed my eyes, pressing Mason's favorite soft toy around my pair of hands I focused hard in the hopes of getting myself into Mason's sight to try and figure out where he is being taken.

"Come on Mason, let me in. Allow me in," I mumbled to myself, now moving the soft fluffy wolf closer to my chest, breathing softly, preparing myself for when he lets me through.

"There. Good boy," I whispered, feeling myself drift outside of Mason's quiet room.

My eyes, met Biorn's as I managed to convince the future alpha king to let me in. Of course Biorn had no idea I was there, so I did my best to act as natural as possible.

"Where is papa?" I asked in Mason's voice, trying to find out where he is taking the kid.

"Ah, so now you talk. Does that mean you are warming up to me?" He asked, offering me a piece of what he was cooking in the middle of the forest.

Ignoring his offer, I turned Mason's head around the area, trying to figure out if I notice anything familiar with the area.

"Aren't you going to eat child?" He asked, turning Mason's head back roughly at him as he pressed his dirty fingers against his cheeks.

I frowned at him, knowing that that is what Mason would naturally do if he was in control of his own body. Biorn laughed evilly as he looked at him, turning his head to face the other scientist that helped him escape.

"Did you see that Pharyl? He can scare us with a frown."

He turned his head around to look at me but all he saw was an empty spot from where I managed to make Mason escape with his arms stuck tightly together with some rope. As I noticed his legs were free, I jumped quietly down from the thick branch that rested on the soil, running as fast as Mason's legs could take me, rolling myself into a bush. I stayed there quietly, observing the scientists get in rage as they stood up trying to spot me.

"Stay here mason, don't move. Mama and papa are coming for you. I am going to let them know where you are. Promise me," I spoke with his small voice, knowing that he could listen.

Moments before we disconnected I heard his faint voice reply back.

"Promise."