Hunting the Hunted

Hunting the Hunted Part 11

I know it’s been a while since I worked on this series, but I’m glad I’m back working on it. These characters have lurked in the back of my mind for so long. It’ll be nice to finish their story. I’m hoping you’re enjoying it as much as I am. Here’s the next installment and feel free to let me know what you think.

Two Choices

I still struggled to wrap my mind around what Kris was saying. It sounded so unbelievably ridiculous, but he was serious. I could almost hear the air between us crackling with the tension of the moment. He wanted me, needed me to believe him. I stood there like an idiot, unsure of myself.

“Follow me,” he snapped, loping off into the woods.b5eff13f2f02894c06bf76dff3c635d5

I trailed behind him, still trying to digest his words. I rounded a bend in the path and stopped. The path descended into a small hollow. In the center was a small rough stone building that resembled a chapel. The windows were stained glass that threw brilliant rainbows around the clearing. It looked like a sea of color had rained down and filled the depression.

Kris gestured, and I stepped up to the building. It was older than I’d first guessed. Being the daughter of a historian specializing in architecture came in handy right then. I estimated the tiny structure to be at least five to six centuries old, maybe older, but would need to study it closer to know for sure. The mundane thought helped to ground me a little.

“My great-great-grandfather built this chapel. He wanted to remind my people of the choice we made, the oath that still binds us. My people were dying, hunted and feared by missionaries to this land who didn’t understand us. A druid came to my great-great-grandfather and offered him a choice. One path led to a life where we survived but had to adapt to a new world. The other one ended with my people being hunted down like rabid dogs.”

mammal-3249988_640.jpgAs he told me this story, we circled the chapel. Each window depicted in surprising color and detail different scenes from the story. We stopped in front of the south end. The window covered most of the wall and showed the choice they’d made.

“We agreed to become the guardians of the druids. That druid changed us to make us better protectors.”

Then it happened. The air around Kris shimmered and he disappeared. In his place was a black wolf watching me with Kris’s eyes.

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