Chapter 2 #2
Looking down at my ring, I vowed to get revenge for Alonzo. With every breath I took, I would hate shifters.
“You can’t hate who you are,” a voice that wasn’t part of my dream spoke to me as it did every time I got to this point in my dream.
The memory quickly turned into blackness, and I found myself surrounded by nothing.
A light I had grown familiar with came closer and closer to me…
Teeny. She’d been coming to me for the last year since Alonzo was killed.
I didn’t know what to call her. Maybe she was my guardian angel because Teeny always came to me when I needed help.
When I arrived at Alonzo’s cabin, I had nothing, no food or clothes with no way to survive.
I was dead meat, but then Teeny came to me in my grief, showing me the way to survive.
For that, I would always appreciate Teeny; however, she lost me when she got to talking her shifter mumbo jumbo.
I hated them; they took everything I had and loved.
I promised I would get my revenge on the Tsar.
“Hate him. He is evil, but you must learn to love yourself to truly understand who you are.” Teeny’s beautiful face came to me. She always had a warm smile on her face.
“I do love myself,” I adamantly replied to her.
“You barely know who you are. Foolish child.” Teeny lightly laughed, and it aggravated me.
“If you know so much, why don’t you just tell me?”
“I could… but you would never listen. You are hardheaded as they come, but that comes from your lack of control over your wolf. She has control over a lot of your emotions because you refuse to listen to her.”
“I do listen.” I frowned at Teeny, who wore a knowing expression.
“Not to that voice. You know you shouldn’t listen to that voice.” Teeny frowned at me as she did when I brought up the other darker voice that spoke to me.
“But I’m supposed to listen to a fake wolf who is supposed to live inside of me?” I sarcastically asked.
“Why listen to something that causes you fear? Do I make you scared?”
“No, but that voice keeps me safe.”
“It keeps you hidden from the one who needs to find you.”
“I don’t need to be found by anyone.”
“Lucky for you, Fate knows what we really need. He’s coming for you soon.”
“That sounds like a threat,” I fearfully noted.
With a smirk, Teeny responded. “If I know you like I do, it’s going to be a long road for you, but he’ll take care of you.”
“If it’s not Alonzo, I don’t want them.” I folded my arms across my chest, meaning every word I said.
“Please, don’t ever say that in front of him. He won’t take it well.”
“Too bad for him because I mean it.”
Teeny sighed while shaking her head. “My child, you are in for a wild ride. Can you do me one favor?”
“Of course.”
“Tell my sisters I love them and I can’t wait until we are reunited.”
Just like that, I was waking up in my bed.
I always wondered if my encounters with Teeny were real or if she was just a figment of my imagination.
I guess this meant it was time for me to get my day started.
Looking down at the ring on my finger, I twirled it as I did every day while thinking about Alonzo.
“Take it off,” the other voice, darker and more sinister, came to me.
“I’m not. You can stop suggesting it,” I said out loud. I had to be losing my mind because I was alone in my room talking to a voice in my head.
“He’s coming for you. He’s going to kill you. Run,” the voice said, sending chills down my spine.
“Shut up,” I gruffly grunted. That always quieted that voice down for a while.
Getting out of bed, I stretched when that familiar smell of toasted vanilla hit my nose, causing my pussy to come to life, as it had done for the last year whenever that scent became too strong.
Great. Now, I had turned into the horny, crazy hermit lady who lived in a cabin in the woods.
What a life to live. By now, I had planned to avenge Alonzo by killing the ones who took his life.
I considered maybe moving back onto the human settlement of Groovewood and settling back into society, but I was far from doing that.
Honestly, if it wasn’t for Teeny helping me, I would have been dead by now.
She taught me how to survive on my own out here.
She taught me how to make my own clothes out of silwoom plants.
When washed and weaved, they created a soft, silky material that was stretchy and very comfortable.
Silwoom was a very universal material that I was able to make almost anything out of.
I had never heard of that plant until Teeny showed me where to find them in the forest. I never knew I had a knack for design, but I turned out to be a natural.
Learning how to make clothes gave me a source of making money.
I would sell them in Hollow Valley to make money.
I hated going there, but the money I made allowed me to eat more than the fish and leaves I had been surviving on.
I made my visits quick and easy. I never tried to make friends or chit chat.
I sold my clothes, got the supplies I needed for the month, and went back home.
I only went to town once a month. There were too many shifters for my comfort.
Granted, they were the majority of my customers, but I preferred to keep my distance.
I traveled during the daytime because for whatever reason, Alonzo thought it was a good idea to have my cabin built right by a big wolf pack and the entrance to the bear shifter community.
He knew how I felt about shifters. The fact that he thought I would want to be out here was crazy, but maybe he knew it would keep me in the house, keeping me safer longer.
Today was the day I went into Hollow Valley.
I had all the clothes I made last month, aside from the few things I kept for myself.
Walking over to my wooden dresser, I pulled out a green skirt made of silwoom.
It fit my body snuggly while still allowing my body to move freely with little restriction.
I would need that freedom on the long walk to town.
It wasn’t terribly long. It took me about an hour to make it to town now that I was more in shape and able to walk faster.
I paired the skirt with a simple white short-sleeved bodysuit.
I had a pair of white sneakers I had gotten from a shoemaker in Hollow Valley.
They were comfortable and still stylish.
Twenty minutes later, I was dressed, and my clothes were loaded in my wagon I used to transport them.
While standing on my porch with a cup of coffee in hand, I admired the beautiful forest surrounding my home.
I wished Alonzo was here with me to see the beauty of the forest. I knew I should have been on my way by now.
It was pushing deeper into the afternoon, and if I wanted to be back before nightfall, I needed to hurry up.
After sitting my cup of coffee on a small wooden table, I walked down my steps and over to my wagon that was sitting in front of my steps.
Grabbing the handle, I began down the path toward the city.
I inhaled the warm summer air, catching the scent of toasted vanilla, a familiar scent that had become a comfort ever since I’d lived in the cabin.
It was an odd smell to come from the forest, but for whatever reason, it helped ease my nerves.
Now, I looked forward to coming outside to smell that scent.
Hearing the sound of a leaf crunching under a foot sent fear racing into my heart.
I turned to see if anyone was there, but no one was around me.
I was all alone. I tried to calm my nerves, but I couldn’t fight the feeling that someone was there.
My fear had me encased. I was scared to move.
“Helloo?” I called out. Fear had my voice shaking.
Nothing. Not a sound. Get it together, Bellamy Rose.
Taking a deep breath, I took a step but then heard a growl, and my heart began beating out of control.
I looked around me frantically again, and still, there was nothing.
This time, I began speed walking toward town, and when I heard nothing, I calmed down.
My imagination had to be getting the best of me. I needed to get out more.