Second Assault — Bond And Treason —

I'm standing.

I feel cold, an icy breeze blows through me. However, for some strange reason, my body does not succumb to the temperature.

I do not tremble, my hairs do not bristle from the cold, nor do I shiver. I just exist.

My hair moves with the wind, I tilt my head upwards and breathe.

I breathe.

I breathe.

I open my eyes and find myself deep in a vast forest.

As I look down at my body, I realize that I am dressed completely in black.

A simple shirt with sleeves so long that they almost cover my hands. I have no shoes, although the dirt under my feet doesn't bother me at all.

My body feels so light, I seem to be levitating, but no, I can sense the earth beneath me.

It's night and the trees seem to be lifeless. Their branches are withered and no leaves are hanging on. The sky above my head is completely clear.

There are no clouds, no stars... Only the moon.

Although, it doesn't seem to be. It shines so brightly that it's like a light bulb that someone turned on to light a path.

A path under my bare feet, guiding me to where I should go. I am not afraid, but: should I?

I do not know what awaits me if I move from here, I do not know what I will find if I decide to continue.

«Xander».

There it is.

His voice... His low, deep, seductive voice.

It caresses my ears subtly and wraps my heart in a warm embrace.

—Wait for me.

be heard by him. God,

and so on until I begin

but they don't hurt me. I

getting

where I am or where I am

«Xander».

over and over in my

sudden. I need to feel his closeness, I need to remember. I open

raise a hand to cover my eyes a little,

There it is.

A wolf.

is abruptly no longer in

points from my back, allowing me to get a better view of the

its fur is gray, with white details splashed on its chest and neck, with black ears and the tip of its

It's beautiful.

can't stop

stares at me too, but he doesn't move. He's just there...

What should I do?

«Xander».

voice came from the wolf. Although he hasn't moved yet, he's just

couldn't have been him,

—Where are you?

the darkness, not sure if

«With you».

With me? But where?

am all alone, except for the majestic beast before

I should do it, but I still approach. I walk towards it until we're a few

seem to be bothered by my proximity. He observes me, with his ears down and

in front

«Don't be afraid».

—I'm not.

I'm not lying, I'm not scared at

deep, constant calm that makes me feel like I'm

«You must resist, Xander».