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Welcome back to my 365/365 Challenge!!!

Day 22! Awesome!

Time sure flies! We’re already 22 days into 2013! Almost a full month! Hmm, I wonder where this story will be once we hit February? Only one way to find out! If you haven’t joined in on Ryker and Leighton’s journey with us thus far, but would like to, please head on over to the 365/365 Directory Page found –here– so that you can catch up!

Prepare to have the urge to rip your eyes our, fellow OCD readers, for the amount of typos you will encounter in this passage is going to BLOW YOUR MIND! At some point here soon, I may decide to go in and edit it properly, but for now I’m just going to let it ride =3

Let’s find out where they’re headed today! I now present to you Page 22 of my 365 page book.


Ryker froze. “What’s going on?” he whispered.

Leighton shook her head to silence him. She didn’t want him to startle the beast that was crouched in the shadows behind him. Make that beasts. Several pairs of eyes glinted in the moonlight, betraying the places where they hid.


Not werewolves, much to Leighton’s misplaced relief, but it still begged the question of why they were here. Wolves and werewolves didn’t mingle. Wolves were confused by a werewolf’s scent, not sure if they were human or wolf. Leighton never understood wolves. She shared half of their traits, a rendition of their scent, but there was a wall that she could never climb in order for her to finally understand the feral wolf. Her Raja once mused that despite the werewolf’s ability to morph seamlessly from human to wolf, the Pack wolf has always seemed so much more magical than the Hunt.

Pack wolves usually stayed away from Hunt wolves, so the fact that Leighton and Ryker were surrounded by them baffled her. Though she was pretty sure that she could take a few Pack wolves, Ryker was still pretty much human until his first Change. He might not get back up if the wolves attacked.

Ryker strained his ears, trying desperately to hear any form of movement behind him. If it wasn’t her Hunt, what could it be? Whatever it was, it scared Leighton, and that was enough to put him on edge. “Lei,” he breathed.

She shot him a look that silenced him once more. She had to do something fast. Something to make her look like a threat to the wolves, or they might mistake the two of them for prey and decide to pounce. She stared passed Ryker, into the eyes of the wolf that lay crouched behind him. She stared deeply into his eyes and willed her own to Change.

She knew she’d succeeded when twin pricks of pain sprang to her eyes, followed by a sharper focus of the world around her. She heard Ryker gasp in shock, but ignored him. She finally had the wolf’s attention. She felt a growl bubble up her throat before she could control it, and it trickled passed her lips in a menacing rumble.

The wolf rose, snarling at Leighton. She felt the other wolves follow, and had the sickening thought that she might be unable to save both Ryker and herself if the wolves were to all attack at once.

Taking a few slow steps towards Ryker, Leighton bared her terribly unimpressive human teeth at the wolf and let out her most fearsome reciprocating snarl.

Ryker stared at Leighton. She looked odd, a lot like how he’d seen her when he’d awakened as a werewolf. Her eyes were that bright color again, and there was something less human about her, more beautiful. He knew that he should be afraid–of her or the thing growling behind him, he didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. He could only think of how much more this look suited Leighton than the facade of indifferent prettiness that she showed at school. Right now, she was in her element, and Ryker had never found her more beautiful than he did now.

Leighton noticed that the wolf was going to pounce before it dipped into the tell-tale crouch. “Ryker! Down!” she shouted, but he seemed to preoccupied to oblige. The wolf was airborne before she could bark another order, and she knew that she’d be unable to get to Ryker before the wolf did.

Ryker tensed at the open fear in Leighton’s eyes and knew he’d be unable to dodge whatever was attacking. He felt the presence of the beast behind him, the heat of it’s breath on his back, the rumble of it’s growl on his spine, the displacement of the air around him as it descended upon him.

Leighton’s breath escaped in a ragged sigh as the wolf sailed over Ryker. It landed gracefully in front of him and dashed into the darkness. The other wolves slipped silently into the night, following their leader.


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