Chapter 1- Dreams
Darkness filled the night; the only light was from the moon and stars. My drunken father is usually home by now after a major party with his friends and rest assured he is, you can tell by the way the door slams open.
"Logan, where are you boy?" He screamed.
"I'm in the backyard!" I yelled back.
"It's time for bed!" he yelled, I go indoors and head straight to my room while my dad is passed out on the couch. I change into my sleeping clothes and almost immediately drift off.
When I fell asleep, I enter the same dream I did last night and nights before that, but this time it was a little different. In this dream I'm staring at a dog like figure but only bigger, a wolf, and on my shoulder is an owl. There's a tension between them, a great disagreement you could feel it and it looks like it has been happening for a long time. Then the wolf did something I have never seen him do, ever in all my dreams, he growled at the owl. The hunger, wild, and dark look it gave it was unsettling but the owl stood its ground on my shoulder. The wolf took a step closer, which apparently got its attention, the owl's feathers stood up; its eyes flared pride, wisdom, and stubbornness they were clearly in an argument about something. The owl expanded it wings showing a display of dominance over the wolf, and it worked, the wolf backed up and tilted it head down out of eye contact but it only lasted a couple of seconds before the hair on the wolf's back stood up, it strengthened its stance, looked back at the owl and growled louder, it display was much stronger and more powerful compared to what the owl did. A pain entered my shoulder and I looked to see that the legs were tightening, the birds' feathers were standing up, and this is no longer a staring contest. It's a cold war.
You didn't know who would strike first both sides were extremely tense, the owl sat perched on my shoulder planning a strike where it would hurt the feral dog while the wolf was waiting for the perfect opportunity to rip the owl to shreds.
"Don't listen to him," a voice called on my side
"She doesn't know what she is talking about, just let me take control!" the wolf growled, whoa they were actually speaking this time.
I looked at the owl and seemed to cool down; tension started to release and the wolf was less guarded, "what's going on?" I asked.
"Tell him, mother!" the wolf barked.
"No, not yet" the owl replied, "he is not ready, nor are you, Lupus."
The wolf growled, "When can I take over?"
"Soon…." She whispered
Sorry for a short first chapter, promise there will be longer ones and will post frequently. Please send reviews so I know how I am doing.