prologue
Before The Call
Looking around she didn't know what to do, she was surrounded by the woods and nothing else. On her left she saw a man who she had just spoken to seconds ago, ripped in half. To her right was her commanding officer, looking at him she saw that they both shared the same look on their face, the look of terror. Gulping deeply she followed her commanding officer as the rest of the teams members trailed behind her.
Everything and everybody was silent, the only thing that she could hear was the sound of boots crunching leaves. With shallowed breaths she held her rifle tighter than before, her hands turning white. None of them knew what they had walked into, but they knew it wasn't good considering that their fellow team member was dead.
As they walked deeper into the forested area they felt a sudden shift in the air. The feeling was suffocating and tense causing the hairs on the back of their necks to stand up. Picking her foot up to continue walking, the next thing she expected to hear was the sound of crunching leaves. Instead she heard the sound of rustling trees caused from the wind followed by a blood curdling scream.
Before she knew it-
She woke up startled and dripping in sweat, for the past week an a half she's been having the same recurring dream. Shaking away her thoughts, she groaned sitting up slightly. "Ugh what the hell happened last night", she asked nobody. Looking around she realized that she had accidentally fell asleep on the couch, paying more attention she also distinguished that she was in the pack house.
Hearing footsteps she watched as a man around her age with light brown tousled hair and hazel eyes descended down the stairs, walking into the kitchen that was behind her. Pouring a cup of coffee, he made eye contact with her and chuckled under his breath, "Well look who finally decided to wake up".
Getting up and walking towards him, she was slightly confused. "Shut up Elias", she grumbled as she poured herself a glass of orange juice.
"I'm surprised you're still alive, I mean after last night I thought for sure you would have died from alcohol poisoning", the man Elias said with a little to much enthusiasm. Looking at her face he had seen the confused look she sported, egging him to explain further. "Remember, you and Fjalarr...
Cheers were heard as Amren and Fjalarr were downing shots, trying to see who could drink the most. Fjalarr was on his 9th shot of FoolsGold, a known alcoholic beverage in the werewolf community. While Amren was only on her 17th shot of the same liquor.
Fjalarr, the tall lumberjack with red hair and emerald eyes, just couldn't keep up with Amren. Having only 9 shots down, he could barely see straight or stand for that matter. About to take his 10th shot he was stopped by the person he was competing against. "You don't look to hot, just give up already Fjalarr", Amren said, just starting to catch a buss, with her hand on his shoulder.
Growling lowly he shrugged her hand off, mad at the fact that he was getting beaten by a girl half his size. "Don't tell me what to do, little girl", he said with a sneer and a glint in his eyes.
Rolling her eyes she took a wrinkled 50 dollar bill out from her pocket and set it on the table in front of them. "Since you obviously can't out drink me you should surely be able to beat me at an arm wrestling match. So how bout this, if I win I get to keep the 50 and you'll owe me a favor. But, if you win you get to keep the 50 an-".
"And I get bragging rights", he finished for her and said all to quickly.
"O-okay, I was gonna say I'll owe you a favor, but bragging rights are even better", she now had a lopsided smile on her face, amused at what he had requested if he win. As they say adjacent from each other, the crowd only grew as more and more people filtered in wanting to see how the match would play out.
Putting their right elbows on the table, they grasped hands tightly. Amren was still smiling, "Are you sure you want to do this?".
Gripping her hand tighter he replied, "Oh you have know idea, say goodbye to that 50 while you still have a chance".
When he stopped talking the crowd grew silent only to start back up again. "3!........... 2!!..................1!!!", the crowd had counted down and before they knew it the match had began. The muscles in both their arms flexed as their conjoined hands didn't move an inch.
After a while Fjalarr's face had turned redder than his hair, he was grunting and breathing heavily trying to win. No matter how hard he tried, how much effort he put in, he could not move his arm an inch. While he was struggling his opponent, Amren, remained still with a giant grin on her face. Having seen him struggle enough she decided to put an end to the whole thing.
For him it happened all to quick, though for her it rather took to long. As she actually put effort into the match she tightened her hold on his hand and pushed her arm against his. Soon enough Fjalarr's arm gave out giving Amren the opportunity to win.
Happy with her win, she stood up leaving Fjalarr with a dumbfounded look on his face, took her 50 off the table, and walked to the couch. Sitting on the couch she leaned back and held up the 50 to her face. "Hello again", she whispered to the 50 dollar bill before slipping it back into her pocket and blacking out.
"...then you just blacked out. You should have seen the look on Fjalarr's face, he was so pissed. If I were him I wouldn't show my face for a couple days", Elias finished telling the story of last nights events.
"Yea, I remember", she said as more people started to file into the kitchen for breakfast. With that she started heading towards the stairs.
Just starting to ascend up the stairs she heard the voice she had just talked to call out to her, "Don't forget training starts in 45 minutes, don't be late again". Nodding and making a small noise in the back of her throat she made her way up the stairs. She couldn't wait to hop in the shower and have the scolding hot water wash away her memories.
