#21.3 Day 19 of 365 Day Challenge!

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Greetings, Audience!

Welcome back to my 365/365 Challenge!!!

So close to another milestone, Page 19!

I’ll keep it short here because I’d hate to cut into you guys’ reading time (haha). If you’d like to follow along on my journey, but have yet to begin, you can do so by heading over to the 365/365 Directory Page found –here– so that you can catch up!

***DISCLAIMER***
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

Without further adieu, I now present to you Page 19 of my 365 page book.

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The piercing howl shivered down Ryker’s spine, and an instinct he didn’t know he had told him that the Ryodan were drawing very near.

“Lei,” he rasped, voice hoarse with fear.

Leighton snapped out of her petrified state, turning to Ryker with urgency in her eyes and a short whine falling from her lips. Ryker didn’t need to understand werewolf to know what she’d said. Run.

Ryker shook his head firmly. “If you stay,” he hissed urgently, “I stay.”

Leighton gave another, more imploring whine. Was he stupid? He’d get killed!

Ryker stayed his ground. “I’m not leaving until you do, Lei.”

With a snuff of her snout, Leighton bound forward and scooped Ryker onto her back. She set off through the trees before Ryker had fully latched on, and he scrambled to stay mounted as she zigged and zagged through the forest.

Panic began to set in Leighton’s mind, and she tripped and stumbled as if the very branches of the forest were urging her to return to her Hunt. Certain death waited for her if she obliged–for her and Ryker both.

Ryker didn’t bother squinting his eyes, and they watered and blurred as he searched the surrounding area for any signs of movement. I had an urge to scent the air, anything that could help. He figured that he had nothing to lose, so he mimicked Leighton’s earlier action, lifting his nose to the wind and inhaling deeply. The aroma of wet earth and dead greenery greeted him, nothing betraying his new-found otherworldy gifts. He hunkered down against Leighton’s fur, distressed that there was no way he could help.

Leighton searched for water; a river, a mud pit, anything she could use to cover their scent. If she kept on like this, it would be like leaving a train of breadcrumbs behind as she fled. There was no place she could hide, and running wasn’t going to be useful for much longer. There were many Ryodan in the Hunt that ran faster than she could.

Relief came with a small neighborhood that ringed a moderate sized lake. Leighton did bother to keep her stealth. She dashed quickly under streetlights and through yards, kicking up gardens and knocking over outside play toys. She dashed down a resident’s backyard boating dock, stopping short of the edge. The moon reflected brightly on the water’s surface and lit the area well, much to Leighton’s relief. She;d see anyone coming in the Ryodan were close.

She huffed at Ryker, indicating that she was going to jump in. He leaped off of her back, his cleat spikes hitting the warped wood with a loud clack. “It’ll be easier in we swim separately.”

Leighton nodded and lunged into the water without looking back. She made sure to keep her head beneath the water, in case her splash alerted the residing families in their homes. She couldn’t imagine how they’d react to seeing a giant wolf swimming in their lake.

Ryker thought of stashing the clothes in a nearby bush to keep them dry, but canned the idea soon after. If he left the bag here, there was little chance that they’d be back to pick it up again. Plus, the clothes had Leighton’s scent on them. He recalled Leighton’s telling him about covering their scents. If he left the clothes here dry, and they came to pick them up again, he’d be leaving a fresh trail for the Ryodan to follow. He dove into the lake, bag hooked onto his shoulders. He’d dry them off once they got to safety.

Leighton had no idea where she was swimming to. All that mattered was that she ended on the opposite side of the long lake. she lifted her snout slightly above the surface of the water, both to take in breath and scent the air for the Ryodan. A familiar scent greeted her, but only faintly so. The Ryodan were near, but they weren’t exactly at the neighborhood yet. She moved her powerful paws in the water, shoving more than swimming to the edge of the lake.

The lake was cold to Ryker, and coupled with being fully clothed, it made it hard for him to swim viably. Several times he found himself feebly writhing in the water, not making any lead way towards the other side of the lake. A panicky thought in the back of his mind worried that Leighton would leave him behind to her Hunt if he couldn’t make it out of the water before they showed up, but he waved it away. Leighton was willing to sacrifice herself to save him earlier, she wouldn’t leave him to die now. With renewed confidence, Ryker pushed forward to the end of the lake.

When Ryker upended into the dingy sand at the lake’s shore, Leighton was already there. She sat hunkered in a patch of yard bushes, hidden from the view of the water. She lifted her nose and sniffed. The scent of her Hunt was close. Panic sang in her veins as she watched Ryker, soaked and sputtering on his knees. They didn’t have time for him to have another hypothermia lapse, and if that came to be, they would surely be caught.

She breathed a sigh of relief as Ryker stumbled to his feet, hiking the backpack onto one shoulder. He wiped his soppy arm across his eyes, doing little to dry them. “Okay, let’s get going. Quick,” he panted.

He scrambled back onto Leighton, and she dashed into the darkness, but not before looking backward over her shoulder and seeing the unmistakable outlines of human and wolf breaking through the line of houses at the docks where she and Ryker had stood not too long ago.

 

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#21.2 Day 18 of 365 Day Challenge!

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Salutations, Audience!

Welcome back to my 365/365 Challenge!!!

Another day, another page! Today: Page 18!

I’m chugging along in this blog dump, as promised. Not that it’s any challenge! I absolutely love the world I’m creating, and I hope you all do too! If you haven’t started yet, but would like to, please head on over to the 365/365 Directory Page found –here– so that you can catch up!

***DISCLAIMER***
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

Please enjoy this passage! I now present to you Page 18 of my 365 page book.

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Leighton cut soundlessly though the forestry without incident, checking periodically for the scent of her Hunt. When nothing but the usual aromas of the wilderness greeted her nose, she took the following steps a little more confidently.

She could see the ending of that section of reserve, the flickering of passing lights indicating the cars that drove by. She paused briefly at the edge of the trees and another vehicle passed, and immediately bounded across the road. they cut through a small patch of trees into a neighborhood that neither of them noticed, and Leighton recoiled abruptly.

The stench of her Hunt was everywhere.

She scrambled back towards the road, only to dip back into the brush as another car zoomed by. Her skittering jostled Ryker unceremoniously, and he nearly fell of her back.

“Lei!” he hissed, “What’s wrong?”

There was no way that she could convey what was happening. She felt trapped and terrified. If they found her like this…

“Lei, are they here?” Ryker asked, as if he could smell her terror. Given his dormant werewolf power, he probably could.

She nodded once, turning back toward the small suburban area. She tilted her nose skyward again, but the scent was unmistakable. The Ryodan had been here recently, and might still be patrolling as she stool like a scared pup with her tail tucked.

“Lei,” Ryker said calmly, like he was subduing a wild animal, “Lei, if they’re here, we have to leave. Right now. You know that, right?”

Lei huffed in response. Ryker was right, if she wasn’t going to move, she’d might as well go seek them out and suffer her fate.

But it wasn’t just her fate, not anymore. She’d pulled Ryker into this against his will, and if she chose to gave up, she’d be pulling him down with her. She didn’t have the right to make that decision for him. If he chose to continue to fight, she would as well.

She coiled her powerful hind legs and tore off through the darkness of the neighborhood streets.

Every corner she turned, Leighton could smell the scent of a Ryodan member. They’d obviously searched the area thoroughly, and every pound of her paw pads against cracked concrete was heavy with anxiety. Was she running toward them? Did they already know she was here? Where they using the feared Diamond formation that was spoken about only in taut whispers throughout the Hunt? She ran faster.

She tore here way through the small town with little of the grace she’d displayed in Ryker’s neighborhood. she narrowly missed patches of light, her paws occasionally upset a fallen branch or patch of gravel, and once she stumbled none to gently on a crushed tin can, sending up a clatter like gunfire.

Ryker could hear her terrified pants coming in in small puffs as she cut through the sleeping neighborhood, and whispered small encouraging things in her ear to let her know that she wasn’t alone. “It’s alright, Lei. I’m here. It’ll be okay. Just one paw in front of another. We’ll be fine.”

When they broke through the next patch of forest, Leighton could have wept with relief. The scent of the Ryodan was still heavy on the air, but she could move faster now, her paws more accustomed to the damp terrain of the forest floor rather than the hard asphalt of the city roads. She sped to wind-whistling velocity, and Ryker could barely make out the tree trunks whizzing by them with his squinted eyes as the moonlight shone into the copse.

The Ryodan’s presence lessened the further into the woods that Leighton went, and she took a brief moment to huff a sigh a relief that she wasn’t in fact running right into the search party.

She made it to a stream deep into the the copse where the Ryodan’s scents was almost nonexistent, and chose to stop for a small drink.

Ryker hopped off Leighton’s back–not bothering to wait until she crouched for him–and landed softly on the damp ground. It was dark this far into the forest, the canopy of trees letting in only the faintest light of the moon, which was high in the sky.

Leighton assessed Ryker in the dim light as he leaned to scoop the stream water into his hands. He looked okay for the most part, no cuts or bruises that his werewolf healing didn’t take care of right away. However, he did look a little frayed around the edges, not exactly his best. His golden hair was pasted to his forehead with sweat, the shirt she’d gotten for him only a short while ago was torn, probably from a stray branch snagging in during the run, and he looked pale, not colored with the usual sun-kissed tan she’d associated with him in the warmer months of the year. It was pretty late, and Leighton didn’t know how much more Ryker could take before he was worn out completely.

Ryker stood from his drink with a soft grimace. “You know, after hearing about drinking stream water in so many books and movies, you’d think it’d taste better.” He stuck out his tongue as if that would rid him of the taste. “It’s very gritty.”

Leighton breathed a weary chuckle and dipped her snout to the cool stream water. It was, indeed, more gritty than she expected, but in time, if they got out of this alive, Ryker would get to know cleaner waters and and more voluminous forests than the state park they are creeping through tonight.

Leighton was getting the last of her fill of water, when a baying howl pierced through the night, making her gag on her drink. It was powerful and guttural, not the haunting melodic song of the actual wolf, not the high falsetto of the coyote. And it was much, much closer than Leighton had expected.

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#21.1 Day 17 of 365 Day Challenge!

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Hello, Audience!

Welcome back to my 365/365 Challenge!!!

Another day in the blog dump; Day/Page 17!

Thank you for following along with me on this journey! I, myself know very little about the characters, as I am just writing this story as each entry passes, so every time I noticed them develop, I begin to giggle with glee! My muses amaze me sometimes! If you haven’t read the evolution of Ryker and Leighton yet, please head on over to the 365/365 Directory Page found –here– so that you can catch up!

***DISCLAIMER***
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

*raises glass* To more character development! Cheers! I now present to you Page 17 of my 365 page book.

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Leighton was headed farther north before she could officially choose a direction. Trusting in Ryker’s ability to grip her fur tightly, she didn’t bother conditioning him for the dashing that she did though the darkness.

Eventually, suburbia gave way to the wilderness of state parks, and Leighton noticed the terrible mistake she’d made. They were headed back in the direction of the state park that Ryker’d woken up in, and Leighton didn’t know if that would lead them closer to the Ryodan or not.

She slowed to a lope as they neared the river bank once more, though this time as a much narrower expanse. There was a bridge that was dim enough for them to cross, but it was traversed by cars and if one happened to pass during their trip, she couldn’t guarantee that they wouldn’t be seen. She huffed once to get Ryker’s attention.

Ryker looked up to survey his surroundings. “Hey look, a bridge.”

Leighton didn’t have enough time to let him make a proper decision, so she chose the bridge. As she stepped lightly just outside the lights dotting the bridge, she was relieved to see no cars coming. She sampled the air once more, but got nothing more than the scent of the distant ocean and the more stagnant river water mixed with the usual scents of night life of rural New York. With a weary look behind down the road behind her, she took off at break-neck speeds across the bridge.

Ryker’s heart pounded a little harder with every light they passed under, and even though he wasn’t the one running, his forehead was sweaty with exertion. His eyes were closed to slits as the speed of Leighton’s preternatural strides made the wind slice across his cheeks. Twin sparkles of light glinted in the distance, and tears blurred Ryker’s vision as his eyes widened in fear and anxiety. “Leighton, that’s a car!” He’d shouted it, but the wind vised his voice and tore it from his lungs, rendering it soundless.

Leighton knew what the lights meant. She ran faster.

Leighton could see the outline of the car now, and judging her distance from the edge of the bridge, she knew she wouldn’t clear it in time. She flattened her ears and sucked her head, hoping that Ryker would follow suit. With one powerful shove of her hind legs, Leighton made the final bound to the end.

Her nose made it out of the glow of the final bridge light as the car entered. The driver clearly saw Leighton, honking their horn as Leighton barreled towards them. They swerved wide, despite being nowhere near Leighton, and the peel of the tires sliced through the quiet night. Leighton didn’t stop to see if they’d be okay, but instead darted quickly towards the darkest area of cover that she could find. She wanted to be hidden, should the driver choose to inquire about just what in the world they’d just encountered.

She cleared the treeline of the state park before she turned to look back at the bridge. The car had seemed to move on, so without any more dwelling on the matter, she breathed a weary chuff at Ryker.

“I’m fine,” he whispered. He sounded more out of breath than she did, but then again he had just essentially been caught riding a werewolf across a bridge. Leighton could sympathize.

She whined softly, crouching in case Ryker wanted to get off and stretch his legs, but she felt his rejection as he shook his head.

“No, we gotta get going. Yeah, I’m a little shaken up, but I’ll get over it. From what I assume, this is nothing compared to what your Hunt will do to us if we get caught all because I wanted to slack.” He renewed the strength of his grip on Leighton’s coat. “Let’s keep going.”

With a nod and a huff, Leighton obliged.

 

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#20.5 Day 16 of 365 Day Challenge!

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Y’ello, Audience!

Welcome back to my 365/365 Challenge!!!

What, what! Day/Page 16!

(>OwO)> Thanks for sticking it out with me guys! I hope my characters are growing on you like they have to me! If you have yet to begin, head on over to the 365/365 Directory Page found –here– so that you can catch up!

***DISCLAIMER***
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

I think I’ve done enough jabbering for the time being (haha)! I now present to you Page 16 of my 365 page book.

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After a short bout of silence following their departure, Ryker asked, “So, if things would have went as planned, when were you planning on telling me that you were a werewolf?”

Leighton thought about it, not exactly knowing the answer herself. “I…don’t know. Not right away, that’s for sure. It’s not exactly something you say in a greeting. ‘Hello, my name is Leighton! I like dancing and cheering, and I’m also a werewolf. My favorite color’s green.'”

Ryker snickered. “I guess not. But it’s like Spiderman and Batman, you know? Even they couldn’t keep their secret super identities from Gwen Stacy and Selina Kyle.”

Leighton shook her head with a chuckle. “I have no clue who they are. Well, Batman and Spiderman, but not the others. The girlfriends, I presume?”

Ryker nodded enthusiastically. “Well, you see, Gwen Stacy is Peter Parker’s original girlfriend. I blame Hollywood for putting that label on Mary-Jane Watson. Ugh. And Selina Kyle? Hello? Catwoman? She is only the most iconic–”

Leighton waved his explanation away with a laugh. “Okay, okay, forget I asked.” She allowed herself to imagine how things could have been, and how she would have told him about her if things had gone that way. “I guess I’d try to tell you after I was sure it’d work–we’d work.”

“When would that have been?” Ryker replied.

Leighton shrugged slightly. “I guess it varies from relationship to relationship. I don’t know how long it would have taken.”

“Well, whatever the case, I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” Ryker asked. His voice was a mixture of solemnity and acceptance, and Leighton didn’t know whether to feel sorrowful of the situation again or moved by Ryker’s strength.

She settled with a soft but firm nod. “I guess not.”

Ryker nodded back, as if that was the only confirmation he needed. After a break of silence in the conversation, a grin spread across his face. “That was you when I woke up, wasn’t it?”

Leighton looked up at Ryker in confusion. “What was me?”

“That…squealing,” Ryker replied, recalling the squeaky chatter of panic that rang through his head.

“I–” Leighton flushed red in embarrassment and Ryker let out a bark of laughter.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you freak out like that before, Lei!” Ryker exclaimed, bemused.

Leighton averted her gaze, hiding most of the blush in darkness. “I am not the type to freak out, but given the situation, I’m sure you can understand why–”

Ryker nodded passed his mirth. “Yeah, yeah I get it. It was just odd, is all. I’m used to calm and composed Lei, not squeaky, chattery Lei.”

Me too, Leighton thought glumly. “Ha-ha, okay, you’ve had your laugh.” She glanced upward and was hit by the full blaze of Ryker’s grin. She turned conspicuously back to the darkness as blush of a different sort spread across her cheeks, warming them like wildfire.

Ryker’s smile wilted, and he reached out to Leighton’s should, fearing that he may have hurt her feelings. “Leighton, I was just jokin’, you know? I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”

Leighton stayed averted a moment longer to find composure. “No, no, it’s fine. I guess I probably did sound kind of silly,” she replied, giving a sheepish smile.

Ryker’s lips tilted in a half-smile. “No worries, if it weren’t for the headache I had, I think it would have been cute.”

Leighton knew it was too late to turn around as another wash of red spanned her cheeks, and Ryker’s breath caught. “You’re so beautiful…” He hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but when Leighton’s eyes widened to saucers as they met his, he know she’d heard him.

Before Ryker could stop himself, he;d raised his hand up, running his fingers gently through Leighton’s hair as he pushed it back from her face.

Leighton stood deathly still, as if she were dealing with a timid horse and didn’t want to scare it away. She’d never been with a boy this way; she didn’t know how to proceed. Werewolves are supposed to do things differently. She remembered her Raja telling her about the ritual between mates, but she could recall little more beyond that. Did it even matter now? They weren’t apart of a Hunt anymore. Did she still–

A niggling at the back of Leighton’s conscious, pulling her away from her thoughts.

Ryker must have noticed a difference, because his hand froze. “Lei?” He looked up and into the darkness. “What’s wrong?”

“The Ryodan. I think they’ve found our scent again.”

Ryker tensed. “You gonna change again so we can move faster?” Leighton nodded. “Alright, this way.” He tugged her in the direction of some brush away from the streetlights.

Leighton kicked off the flip-flops and was already removing the shirt before she was fully hidden from the road.

With the steady buzz tingling at the nape of her neck and down her spine, she now knew for a fact that the Ryodan was back on their tracks. With that clarity, the Change came quickly. It was no less painful, but it didn’t take as long as normal.

She was shaking off the last waves of pain and itchiness and Ryker patted her flank. “You okay?”

Leighton dipped her head in one small nod, then raised it to scent the air. She couldn’t smell them yet, which meant that they weren’t in the area, but her subconscious knew that they were across the river and closing in fast. The two of them had to get moving. Fast.

Leighton dipped down, and Ryker hopped onto her back, hiking the bookbag tightly upon his shoulders.

Leighton could have sworn that she heard a voice slide through her mind before she took off.

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#19.5 Day 15 of 365 Day Challenge!

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Greetings, Audience!

Welcome back to my 365/365 Challenge!!!

The much awaited Day/Page 15!

Woot, another milestone! half a month in! How cool is that? Man it feels good to be writing on this story again! I’ve missed Leighton and Ryker so much! And after going on hiatus at such a high point, too! If you haven’t taken part in all of the werewolfy merriment thus far, head on over to the 365/365 Directory Page found –here– so that you can catch up!

***DISCLAIMER***
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

Welcome back, and it’s glad to be back! I now present to you Page 15 of my 365 page book.

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Ryker and Leighton walked down the dimly lit street side, each still tingling with the after-effects of the kiss.

Ryker had an airy detachment. The lips he’d imagine kissing over and over in his head for three years… It finally happened. He hiked his bookbag higher onto his shoulder and resisted the urge to smile. He didn’t want Leighton to become weirded out by his giddyness.

Leighton felt confused. Never had she displayed such an open display of affection, and in public no less! Of course, she had never felt this way before Ryker, so was it not warranted? She didn’t know. But…it felt right, as if some weight were lifted from her shoulders. Like she really could be happy. She wasn’t losing Ryker like she’d lost everything else in her life. He was still here, with her, and for that, she was glad.

They turned the corner before Ryker felt the need to speak. “So, uh, where to now?” He couldn’t fully look at Leighton, for fear that he may be blushing, and she would notice in the lamplight.

Leighton stared off into the darkness of the empty streets. “I’d say call a cab, but I doubt either of us has a cell phone right now. Let’s…let’s just walk. See where the roads take us.” She tapped her head. “I’ll know when the Ryodan are on our tails again. We seemed to have thwarted them for a bit when we crossed the river.” Plus, I like just being here in the moment with you, Leighton added silently.

Ryker nodded. “Walking it is.” He held out his arm like he was asking Leighton for a formal dance.

Leighton gave a small smile and linked her arm around his. “Where to?” she asked. “I don’t live in this area, so I don’t know where much of anything is outside of the school.”

Ryker looked around, deciding on a direction to go. “Well, depending on time, we could go to the park. It’s nothing special–just a few benches, so courts, and a playground for kids–but it’d be empty this time of night.” He looked down at Leighton. “Or since we’ll be gone for a while, we could just…go.”

“Go where?” Leighton replied.

Ryker shrugged. “Just go. You pick a direction, any direction, and we’ll just set off.” His lips tilted in a shadow of the grin Leighton knew it could be, and it made her heart soar. “I guess in it’s own way, aside from the life-changing and life-threatening events, it’s kinda cool. We have the whole world at our fingertips.” He nudged Leighton’s shoulder lightly. “You get to decide how we tackle it.”

Leighton’s eyes misted, but she fought back the tears. She wanted to enjoy this moment as much as Ryker was, so she hugged up to his arm with a happy smile, and pointed north.

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#18.5 Day 14 of 365 Day Challenge!

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Aloha, Audience!

Welcome back to my 365/365 Challenge!!!

Today marks the 14th day of my challenge!!! Two weeks! I am happy to say that this was by far my FAVORITE passage to write, and what better day for it to fall on than a milestone!

So much has happened in two weeks! If you want to follow along, but haven’t read the other 13 pages, just hop on over to the 365/365 Directory Page found –here– so that you can catch up!

***DISCLAIMER***
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

Without further ado, please enjoy this passage! I hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it! I now present to you Page 14 of my 365 page book.

He made it down the street before Leighton seemed to materialize beside him. “Ry, what’s wrong?”

He shrugged. “What makes you think anything is wrong?”

She took his arm, stopping his stride. “I can smell your sadness, Ryker.” She nodded to his hand. “And blood. Something happened in there.”

After a moment, Ryker spoke. “How long?” he asked. “How long will it be until I see them again?”

Leighton’s heart skipped a beat. She knew what was coming, but she couldn’t find the strength to tell him earlier. “Ryker, I–”

“Will I ever? Or will we just leave without a trace?”

“No! Of course you’ll come back! I just–”

“You don’t have to lie to me, Leighton,” Ryker assured. His eyes were downcast, but he didn’t sound angry or scared. Just resigned.

“Ryker.” Leighton stepped in front of him. “Ryker, look at me.” She took his face in her hands and lifted until he was looking her in the eye. “You will see them again. You may even be able to live a normal life with them again. I just don’t know when that will be.”

He nodded too many times, as if that was what he was desperately wanted to hear. “My dog hates me too, by the way.” He lifted his hand for emphasis.

“Oh, Ryker,” Leighton replied, empathetic. “He doesn’t hate you. He’s just confused by the change in scent. He can see that you’re his old master, but his nose it saying that you aren’t. He doesn’t know what to believe.”

Ryker breathed a humorless laugh. “I would have believed that before he bit me.”

“How else is he supposed to react, Ryker? He was confused and if you tried to go near him in that time, he probably got scared and panicked. Just give him some time, and he’ll come around”

Ryker looked back at her reproachfully. “I don’t even have to be a werewolf to smell that lie.”

Leighton recoiled as if Ryker had slapped her. “Ryker, I’m so sorry. I just–”

“Yeah, yeah. You don’t know what you can and can’t tell me right now, for fear that I’ll get us both killed by your Hunt’s roadies or whatever.”

“Ryodan, Ryker. And yes, I know you’re going through a hard time right now. I’m not some robot that can tell you all of the facts at once and hope for the best.” She looked him in the eye and fought back tears. “I never meant for any of this to happen. I didn’t want to take you from your family. I didn’t want to Turn you. I didn’t even want you to know that I was a werewolf…at least, not right away.” The first tear betrayed her struggles and slid slowly down her left cheek. “Nothing went as planned tonight. I just wanted to be with you the way I’ve always wanted to be with you from the night we met. I knew that it wouldn’t work, we were too different. I thought we could just be friends, and we were for a while, and it was great. But I was too selfish to leave well enough alone. So I asked you out.” She swiped at the tears that ran down her face. “I was so happy when you said yes, Ryker. So happy. Before I was so afraid that’d you’d say no, that I wasn’t good enough, too dark and feral and tainted to penetrate that brilliant ball of joy that always surrounded you. But you said yes.” She gasped the word as another wave of sorrow crashed over her. “And it was the most beautiful word I’d ever heard in my life. Do you know why, Ryker? Because I thought it meant that I was finally able to be happy!” A short wave of sobs overtook her, and she had to fight to regain control.

Ryker was dumbstruck. She…liked me? All this time?

Leighton scrubbed at her face, but even still the tears wouldn’t stop. “It seems destined that I should be left with nothing in this world. Everything I know has been torn from my hands time after time. My family, my Hunt, you, and–”

Ryker swept Leighton up into a kiss, catching her off guard. It was a long lingering kiss in which he hoped conveyed all of the feelings that he’d had for her since the night they’d sat for hours on that porch. When he pulled away, they were both gasping.

“Lei, I–” He was cut off as Leighton pulled him down for another kiss.

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#17.5 Day 13 of 365 Day Challenge!

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Bon apetit, Audience! (or something like that :p)

Welcome back to my 365/365 Challenge!!!

Happy lucky number 13!

Nearly half a month into this story! 13 days into this journey,and I’m so happy you’re here with me to continue! BUT!! If you haven’t been, so much has happened!! I wouldn’t want for you to miss out, so go on over to the 365/365 Directory Page found –here– so that you can catch up!

***DISCLAIMER***
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

Now that we’re all on the same page (wink wink, see what I did there?), I now present to you Page 13 of my 365 page book.

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Ryker normally had a key to his home, but the pandemonium of the night had seen it lost long ago. He knocked awkwardly, bypassing the bell that hadn’t worked since his father tried to “upgrade” it.

The curtains on the window to the left of the door fluttered, and eyes as green as Ryker’s own peered apprehensively at him.

“Who is it?” a female’s voice called from further in the house.

Ryker heard the sound of the door unlatching right before it swung open to reveal his younger sister bathed in the foyer light. “It’s just Ryker,” she called back. She lowered her voice and said. “Why are you knocking? Lose your key again?”

Ryker shrugged. “Yep. And it’s nice to see you too, Nat.” He shouldered his way passed his sister.

He found his mother in the kitchen tidying up. “Hey, Ma. Sorry I’m home so late.”

“Oh, it’s no worry, hun,” his mother assured. “It’s the weekend. Plus, we know that you were out with that girl you like so much, so–”

Ryker wrinkled his nose. “Eww. No, please don’t.”

His mother gave him a knowing smile. “Oh, all right. If you want food, you’ll have to heat up your own.”

“Nah, I already ate,” Ryker lied. “Hey, where’s Hero?”

Ryker’s mother looked around curiously. She knew of Ryker and Hero’s little routine, and found it odd that Hero wasn’t here to greet his best friend as much as Ryker did. “With your father, I guess.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll go find him first, but I need to tell you something after.”

“All right, honey.” Ryker was already headed to the den as he heard his mother call, “Natalya, don’t forget to clean up those art supplies in the family room before I vacuum!”

Ryker stepped into the den to what he expected: His father leaned back in his favorite recliner, watching the football network. “Hey, Dad.”

“Hey,” his rather replied knowingly. “So, I’m guessing by how late you got home that your little date went well?”

Ryker rolled his eyes. “Jeez not you too.”

His father let out a booming laugh. “I’m just kiddin’ ya, son. I’m sure you used protection.”

“Dad…” Ryker warned.

Another bark of laughter. “Just jokin’. So what’s up?”

“I was looking for Hero, actually.” Ryker looked around. “Have you seen him?”

“What, he didn’t tackle you at the door?” his father replied. “Wow, must be the end of the world. Earlier he was raising Hell when I took out the trash, then he tore off upstairs. Haven’t seen him since.”

“Ah, okay.” Ryker turned to leave. “Oh, and I’m gonna be gone for a few days. Adam’s parents got into it again today, so I’m gonna stay with him for about a week so that he doesn’t put something through a window again.”

His father chuckled. “That kid has some anger issues.” He raised his beer. “That’s what makes him such a great line backer.” Ryker left as his father began to rewind the recaps that his missed.

Ryker checked his room for Hero, but when he once again turned up empty handed, he began to worry. He left his room just as Natalya made it to the top of the stairs. ”

“Have you seen Hero?”

She looked up from her jumbled art supplies. “Hero? Yeah, he’s in my room.” She glanced down the stairs before leaning forward. She lowered her voice to a whisper and said, “He won’t go anywhere near your room. He always sniffs your door and backs away whining. Have you been doing drugs or something?”

“What? Drugs? No!” Ryker defended.

Natalya stepped back. “Okay.” She didn’t sound like she believed him. “But there’s something in your room that Hero doesn’t like. I think you should find it before mom or dad does.” She slid passed Ryker and into her room. Before she closed the door, she shooed Hero out of the room, slamming the door shut before the dog could re-enter.

“Here boy,” Ryker called.

Confusion wrinkled Ryker’s face when Hero growled at him. “Hero? What’s wrong boy?” He took a step forward, but Hero backed up, rumbling a growl that ended in a whine.

“Hero? It’s me, boy. Ryker.” Ryker beckoned the dog closer, but Hero backed further away.

Ryker eased slowly toward Hero, hand outstretched. He won’t go anywhere near your room, Ryker recalled Natalya saying. He always sniffs your door and backs away whining. He didn’t do drugs, so what could it be? Leighton’s voice followed Natalya’s in the front of Ryker’s subconscious. My hearing and reflexes are good enough to stay under your family’s radar, except maybe the dog, but there’s nothing we can do about that…

Hero was smelling werewolf.

Ryker had once read that animals didn’t like the scent of shape-shifters. Of course, at the time, shape-shifters weren’t real. He tried not to refer to the fiction novels that he’d been so fond of, because they were written to be just that. But this fact unfortunately stayed the same. Hero didn’t like Ryker at all.

“Hero, buddy. It’s me. Don’t be afraid.” Ryker stretched his hand toward the dog.

Hero lashed out, sinking his teeth into Ryker’s hand. Ryker recoiled, snapping his hand back with a hiss of pain. Hero darted around Ryker and down the steps.

Ryker took a look down at his hand to assess the damage, and was amazed at what he saw. Blood stained his hand over three gashes made by Hero’s teeth. The blood was no longer flowing, and he could see the wounds shrinking smaller and smaller, until the flesh lay re-knit and whole in a matter of moments. He clenched his hand into a fist. No pain.

He looked over his shoulder to make sure that he was still alone. When he was assured that he was, he ducked into his room and slammed the door behind him.

When Ryker was done packing all of his clothes together, he hiked the backpack up onto his shoulders and went downstairs. As he passed the kitchen, his mother looked up from a book she was reading at the dining table. “You’re leaving again so soon?”

“Um yeah,” he replied. “I already told Dad about it, so it’s no big.”

His mother smiled ruefully. “Oh, of course you would have. What did you need to tell me about though, hun?”

“That’s what it was. To tell you I’d be leaving again.”

“Ah, all right. You haven’t been home nearly as much since your sports keep you so much, it just makes me wonder. We don’t even see you at dinner anymore. Do you have any idea when you’ll be back?”

With a pang of sudden dread, Ryker noticed that he didn’t know the answer to that question. Everything that happened tonight hit him at once. Did werewolves interact with humans? Of course they did. Leighton went to high school with a bunch of humans. And her family? He couldn’t recall her ever mentioning her parents in the years he’d known her. No family events either, like the way he told her about about his family reunions, or his little sister’s art show. He wondered with a sweeping wave of terror if he had to leave his family behind for good, and Leighton just didn’t have the heart to tell him right away.

“No, mom, I don’t know when I’ll be back.” His voice sounded hollow and distant, like speaking through a paper towel tube.

If his mother noticed his change in tone, she didn’t let it show. “Oh, well, all right, honey. Be sure to check in with me or your, though. You know how I worry.”

Ryker nodded numbly. “Yeah.” He left before the urge to cry overtook him.

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