Authors Note: Thank you to those of you who have followed the story and added it to their favourites, you have no idea how much joy it brings me to know that you like my story. I have decided that The Wolves Of Paris will become a collection of one-shots and short stories, as I have so many ideas in my head that I want to put down, but no way of thinking on how I can expanded them. Therefore I thought this option would be best. This particular short story will continue for three more chapters, before moving on to the next one-shot/story. If at some point I have another idea for a one-shot written in this fic, I will let you know in an author's note at the end of the chapter, if not I assure that I will make sure to tie up any loose ends, so as not to make the story look unfinished. Once again I thank you for taking the time to read this authors note, as I know there are many of you just like myself, who do not enjoy seeing or reading them. I appreciate it all the same.
As some of you may have noticed, this short story used to be in separate chapters, however I have decided it would be easier to have all the material condensed into one long chapter with page breaks in between in order to know when there will be a change in scene.
Once again I do not own the Twilight series or any of the characters used in the making of this story, they belong to the book sagas author Miss Stephanie Meyer.
When I was a child, I heard voices…
Some would sing and some would scream
You soon find you have few choices…
I learned the voices died with me
When I was a child I'd sit for hours
Staring into open flames
Something in it – had a power,
Could barely tear my eyes away
All you have is your fire…
And the place you need to reach –
Don't you ever, tame your demons
But always keep them on a leash
Hozier – Arsonist's Lullabye
There was a legend in the little town that I had called my home.
A legend of The Wolf. Even at the tender age of 9, I was very interested about the The Wolf. It was said that The Wolf was larger than a house, and had fur the colour of the darkest shadows, teeth as sharp as knives, any eye the colour of liquid amber. There was not much to be said about The Wolf, other than that it took people deep into the forest, and devoured them. It was to be expected of it, as it was its nature.
After all, it was just a wolf.
Fear of The Wolf caused stone walls to be erected around our small town that many of us called home. Despite such legend of the creature, I never felt uneasiness, for this quiet little town was my home. And I was safe inside it. My family consisted of my father and me, for my mother had passed away shortly after I was born.
The house we lived in was small, but large enough for the both of us. People would tell me that I looked like my mother, although I never knew if this was a good thing or not, considering I had no memories of her. I was small for a nine year old, the other children my age towered over me, making me feel weak and frail.
My hair was long, taking on the colour of chestnuts, and my eyes were like the colour of the morning sky. People in the town told me I had beautiful eyes, and the thought seemed silly to me growing up, for they were just eyes, nothing more. My father was a fisherman for the village, along with four other men. They would fish in the stream that flowed down from the mountain, whilst the children played downstream.
It was a curious thought to see as despite fishing from dawn to dusk, he never smelled of fish. I found this to be strange, but at my innocence, I thought nothing of it. My father was a kind man, respected in our town by others, for he respected them himself. His hair was the colour of pine and his eyes were a gentle caramel, which would assume I had gotten my eyes from my mother, as well as my hair. Father and I had gotten along easily, despite my young age, I found no difficulty in helping with the chores around the house.
Surprisingly enough, they were games to my young mind. After father would leave every morning, I would do the day's tasks, and then go outside to play with the other children. A simple life. We would play in the centre of town, with dolls and any other objects we would happen upon. That morning was no different than others past. I had finished my chores the same time as usual, despite them being different than the previous day. My friend Jacob and I had happily ran to the centre hand in hand to join the other playing children. We all enjoyed ourselves, laughing happily until one of the boys whose name I do not recall spoke up.
"You know what I heard last night?" He asked no one in particular. Having our attention, we all turned towards him.
"What is it?" Asked another. The boy being happy with being the point of focus, smiled proudly.
"My parents were talking about The Wolf. Saying someone had disappeared a few days ago, and The Wolf must have taken them. The village people are concerned on how The Wolf got inside." He said his tone more dramatic then it needed to be. I looked at Jake , who frowned unhappily.
"You're making that up, Quil." Ah-yes, that was his name. Quil pouted, and shook his head.
"Am not!" He whined. The other children looked at each other, wide eyed with a mixture of expressions. Fear, sadness, curiosity, wonder, even excitement, I don't know what expression I wore, but Jake sighed, and took my hand. He began to lead me away from the others and I looked up at her, confusion on my face.
"Jake, where are we going?" I asked him. Jake continued to look ahead, and sighed again.
"I want to check the town walls, and see if what Quil said was true. There must be something if it is." Jakes mind was far more adventurous then mine, and perhaps more curious as well. Maybe that is what influenced my own curiosity. I'm not sure. All I know is, is curiosity is a very dangerous thing to have, if not contained. And neither of us knew quite how to control it yet.
I looked up ahead at Jake, as he pulled me along behind him. People looked down at us and smiled, oblivious to what we were doing.
"Jake! We can't search every single inch of the walls!" I said to her. Jake shook his head, his wavy black hair trailing behind his head as he continued to run.
Despite Jake being two years older than me, I was faster. My legs felt weird being forced to maintain a slower pace than when I ran. We both slowed as we approached the wall.
"Bella, search that way, and I'll search this way." He said. I slowly nodded, releasing a slow sigh and went towards the right searching along the walls for any sign or a possible breaching point. It took me longer than expected, considering I had to climb over fences, and boxes of supplies and such. After what felt like forever, and still no sign of Jake, I found it. A board was propped up against the wall, hidden behind a shack. I climbed back behind it, and pushed the board over. A hole the size of a boulder lay hidden, and I stood up, looking for any sign of Jake. When I happened to glance at the hole again, something caught my eye. Despite my better judgement, I slipped through the hole, and picked up what lied on the ground. Jakes shoe. He was out here. My eyes trailed down the path that led towards the river, and I sighed. Jake must've gone ahead. I placed the shoe back on the ground, in case anyone needed to find us, and ran after her. My red hood flew down my back, the wind pushing it off my head. Dodging trees and branches was easy for me, for I had what my father called "forest legs." Running through the woods felt natural to me, and I had loved doing it, before the wall was built.
"Jake!" I called, hoping for a reply. When I received none, I ran faster. "Jake! Where are you?" I called again. Silence. My feet slowed as I approached the river, and I looked around. Just as I was about to give up again, I noticed something odd about the water. The water was tinged red, and in that moment I felt my heart stop dead in my chest. Blood. Immediately my feet carried me up the stream, and I searched for any sign of what could have caused the blood. When I was forced to slow, for the mountain began a few feet away, I looked up at the surrounding hills. Where was Jake? His other shoe lay on the grassy hill, and I pulled my hood up. Walking carefully, I climbed on top of the hill, and I felt my eyes widen in horror at the sight in front of me. There, beside the boulders, laid my dear friend's body; torn to shreds. Jake was dead.
It's been seven years since Jake was killed. When I had returned to the town to inform the towns people of what had transpired, no one believed me at first that is until a search party found his body. Immediately everyone blamed The Wolf, so the wall defenses were reinforced. We now had watch towers on either side of the entrance gate, and no one could come in or leave without the okay from a guard. The attacks hadn't gone down though, so the whole idea seemed pretty useless in my eyes. When I woke up on my sixteenth birthday, my father was home, which was unusual for him lately.
"Morning, happy birthday sweetheart." He said kindly to me when I walked into the kitchen.
"Thanks." I murmured sleepily. My father sighed, and I turned my head towards him. "Is something the matter?" I asked confusion on my face. After all, he seemed fine a second ago.
"No, I'm just…it's nothing." He finally sighed, seeming to give up on whatever idea was upsetting him. I watched him carefully.
"Are you sure?" Those little words were all it took for him to open up.
"You're going to spend the day at his house right?" My father asked suddenly, his face concerned. "And by "his" you mean Paul, correct?" I asked him. My father's face contorted into a scowl, and he gave a simple nod. I watched him with cautious eyes before finally shrugging. "He's been busy with sword smithing things." I said slowly. My father seemed comforted by my words, and he smiled triumphantly. My eyes rolled as I walked towards the door and pulled on my red hood. Father watched me with gentle eyes, and arched an eyebrow at me.
"Where are you going so early in the morning?" A small smile played on my lips, and I unlocked the door.
"Just because he's been busy, does not mean that I can't go say hello." I said slyly, and closed the door behind my exit. I swear I could hear my father sigh inside.
The town was as lively as it had been usually when I awoke from my slumber that morning. A few people stopped and wished me happy birthday as I walked past them. It was a small town. We all knew each other here. My small, delicate steps slowed as I approached the large stone building. I looked up at the steam coming from the chimney and I sighed. He was working again. I carefully opened the heavy wooden door and stepped out of the way as a towns guard walked out of the table. He looked down at me and smiled gently, sheathing his weapon that had just been repaired.
"Good morning Isabella Swan." The guard greeted me kindly. I looked up at him, and smiled demurely.
"Good morning." I replied. He placed a hand on my shoulder, his eyes kind.
"Have a happy birthday." Was all I said s his hand fell from my shoulder and he walked off, whistling a cheerful tune as he went.
"Well aren't you well liked here" A smooth voice said from behind me. I looked over to see a familiar boy I had grown to care about over the years. Perhaps I shouldn't describe him as a boy. Despite him only being eighteen, his build was that of a man in his twenties. My dear friend smiled down at me, his blue eyes stood out brilliantly. He wiped some dirt off of his face with a rag and stuck it in his side pocket. Paul arched an eyebrow at me, and I realised that I still hadn't answered him. My face flushed in embarrassment, and I looked up at him.
"Not all of us have to be trouble makers." I answered smartly to cover up my mistake. A smirk spread itself across his face as he stepped to the side and held the door open with one long arm.
"By all means, after you my dear rabbit." He said with an amused tone. I scowled at the nickname he gave me due to my small body and quick legs. A chuckle escaped his lips as I stepped passed him inside the stable and I looked around. Swords of different metals were hanging displayed on the stone walls, and a furnace blazed silently in the middle of the far off wall. The smell of burning wood fanned across my cheeks and I inhaled the scent quietly.
The heavy wooden door closed loudly behind me, as Paul stepped around me and towards the oven. He effortlessly lifted a piece of lumber and tossed it into the flame, causing the golden ashes to scatter momentarily before the flames licked at the wood hungrily. I watched with curiosity as he turned on his heel to look at me, and leaned back against a table on the wall beside the oven. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever until finally our silence was interrupted by the door opening behind me. Paul's glance left my face and looked at whoever just entered. "Bella if you'd like, you can wait for me upstairs and I'll join you shortly." His blue eyes were icy as his stare turned into a glare at the person behind me. As quickly as I noticed it, it was gone and his expression was calm. I nodded obediently and walked around him towards the staircase, only to hear a quiet snicker and the sound of someone gritting their teeth.
I wasn't aware of whoever was in the shop, but by the tone in Paul's voice, I knew it was someone he rather I didn't see. And if that was the case, I knew better than to disobey his preference. My feet padded down the hallway upstairs, and I opened his bedroom door. The familiar smell of pine fanned my face, and I smiled softly. I walked over to the wooden nightstand in his bedroom and picked up the photograph I have looked at countless times. It felt heavier for some reason, but I dismissed the thought quickly as my imagination. Paul's and my younger self's smiling face were captured as we had played together years ago. Now being older, and a man, Paul didn't have time for "my childish games" as he phrased it, whenever he loved to remind me I was still a child in his eyes. Paul seemed to love to do that a lot now that I think about it.
As I moved to put the photo back, something fell out of the back of it, and fell quietly onto the floor. Curiosity washed through me as I silently bent down to pick it up. An old news article dating seven years prior stared up at me, and I felt my heart stop in my chest. Seven years ago. The year Jake was killed by The Wolf. A feeling of unease swept over me. Surely this wasn't…But my eyes read over the small font, I found myself confronted with the very thing I hoped not to find. This was a copy of the article about Jakes murder.
"The body of eleven year old Jacob Black was found in the woods early this morning. Evidence left behind would suggest this is The Wolfs doing, and would be recommended to be left at that. The Parents of Black had said he was always wandering around with her friend Isabella Swan, discussing things about The Wolf. It was then proven that Swan was indeed the one to find the body. Further investigation was declined permission by the son of the Lord Cullen, Carlisle."
My breath hitched in my throat, as I stared with wide eyes at the story in my hands. Isabella Swan. I was written about in this article.
Why did Paul have this?
The sound of someone walking up the stairs distracted my clouded thoughts, as I hurriedly placed the newspaper clipping back into the frame behind the photo. I had just placed the picture back in its previous place when the bedroom door opened behind me.
When I turned around my gaze met with Pauls who stared me down silently. His eyes darted between me and the photo beside me, and his expression turned into a scowl. I suddenly felt uneasiness wash through me as he slowly walked towards me, each step echoing dramatically against the wooden floor beneath us.
"What were you looking at Bella?" His question came out slow and even. I stepped to the side and out of his way as he picked up the photo I held in my hands only moments before. My eyes looked up to watch the side of his face, and I could see annoyance written clearly on his expression. As if he sensed my staring he looked over at me, his irritation gone and instead arched an eyebrow at me. "You've seen this picture before. Why the sudden interest in it?" he asked again when he realised I didn't plan on giving him a response.
I merely shrugged and started to head towards the door. His voice calling after me held me in place before I could make my escape. I couldn't look back at him, as his tone dropped to a more gentle breath. "I'm sorry Bella. Please don't go yet."
"Why do you have that?" I couldn't stop the words from escaping my lips, as I stared at the door in front of me.
"I don't understand your question."
"In the photograph, behind the picture, it's tucked inside the frame." I said quietly. The room was silent before he slowly exhaled.
"Did you ever hear the saying 'curiosity killed the cat'?" He asked me finally, and I looked back at him.
"What's that supposed to mean Paul?" He didn't answer me, and instead slowly put the picture back down on the nightstand before his blue orbs met mine.
"Why are you here?" I shook my head in disgust at the game we were currently playing with each other. Neither of us were answering each other's questions, and I was growing tired of it very quickly.
"I wanted to spend time with you on my birthday. But it seems that that was a bad idea on my part." I said irritably. To be completely honest, I had no idea why I was suddenly acting hostile towards him, but something about his behaviour lately was getting under my skin.
Paul and I rarely fought.
His eyes widened in surprise at my words, although he quickly composed himself and his face was hard again. Paul said nothing as walked towards me. I listened to each thud his footsteps made, and thought he was going to say something to me. However he brushed past me, bumping my shoulder roughly as he opened one of his dresser drawers.
Paul pulled out a small box that was wrapped sloppily in old newspapers. This reminded me instantly of the photograph, as he silently held the box out to me. I looked at it in confusion, and my eyes looked up to meet his. "What is this?"
"Just take it and leave." He spat acidly, and I flinched at his tone.
Regret flashed onto his eyes before he once again masked it.
Slowly I reached out and took the small box, my fingers brushing against his slightly and he yanked his hands away from me. Why was he acting so cold? He stood there watching me hold the small box, and sighed when I made no move to open it.
"It's not going to bite you." He said sarcastically. I didn't know why there was suddenly hostility emitting from him, but it shook me up and I just nodded. My eyes glanced away from the box and out the window. The sun was nowhere to be seen, being hidden behind the thick layers of the afternoon fog and I slowly exhaled, deciding to get whatever was inside over with.
Carefully I pulled the twine that held the box closed and watched it unravel slowly. Putting the freed string aside, I slowly pulled he paper off of the box, and stared at it-now bare, curiously. Paul remained silent behind me as I removed the lid from the box, and looked at the gold locket that was hung from a small delicate chain. The design of the locket itself was simple, but it had a small golden wolf that appeared to be running across it. I smiled at it and was about to thank him when I noticed an odd smell coming from inside the locket. I turned it over in my hands to open it, but Paul stopped me by placing his hand over mine.
"It's Wolfsbane." He said simply. I arched an eyebrow at him in confusion as to why he'd place a plant with such toxins inside an ornament I would be wearing. Paul gave no reply but a slight shrug, as if this answered my obvious question. "It keeps wolves away, and knowing you, you'd somehow manage to attract the attention of The Wolf. Just humour me and wear it alright? I know it's been awhile since the last attack, but it would help me sleep at night if you had this on." He finished. I reluctantly nodded, agreeing and allowed him to place it on me.
I watched as Paul slowly removed the delicate piece from its container, and part of me noticed how he made a conscious effort not to touch the locket. I brushed the side thought away and placed the necklace against my skin and reached behind my head to fasten it around my neck. I heard the tiny snap, and Paul brushed my hair out from under the chain, a small smile growing on his face as he stepped back to give me some space.
I was admiring the locket when he finally sighed and I glanced up at him. "You know you look like Little Red Riding Hood with that thing on all the time." He said, looking at my red cape that hung behind the door. A small smile grew on my face and a giggle erupted from me softly.
"What does that make you then?" I teased, glad to see my dear friend had gone back to his normal self, if you could even call him that. I didn't spend enough time with any others besides him, so I was hardly a fair judge of the typical male.
My gaze returned to the window, and I noted that from the way the sun seemed to be coming from, it must have been around noon. I was here longer than I had realised. Leaving Paul to his thoughts I thanked him again for the necklace and moved to my cape, which I pulled over my head and tied it closed at the base of my collarbone. Paul walked over to me, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead and murmured "Happy Birthday" against my skin, as he started heading down the steps. I was going to follow, when he looked backed towards me, his icy blue eyes having a strange hint of weariness to them. A question as to what was suddenly the matter this time was going to leave my lips, when his words came out before mine could.
"The Big Bad Wolf." He said, answering my forgotten question.
The rest of the day was uneventful after leaving Paul's house. When I returned home, my father was standing outside with one of the guards of our town. The two of them were so deep into conversation that neither of them noticed my arrival, and it wasn't until I cleared my throat that either of them looked at me.
My father was the first to say anything, and by the look on his face I knew it wasn't going to be anything that I wanted to hear.
"Bella, I'm glad you're home. I was just going to come collect you." I scowled at his choice of words. Collect me? That made it sound like I was an item that someone forgot to deliver to him. It demeaned me.
"There wasn't any need for that. I'm here now, as you can see." My tone made my annoyance abundantly clear. I was never one to mask how I felt.
"Sam and I were just speaking about something I want you to be aware of." He said, ignoring my tone of displeasure. I just simply arched an eyebrow at him, allowing him to continue.
However, it was Sam who spoke instead.
"We discovered another hole in the town walls-"he started. Jake's face flashed in my mind, and I felt my jaw harden.
"You seem to have this problem more often than I think necessary." I spat towards him.
My father shot me a warning look, silencing any further remarks from me. Sam cleared his throat awkwardly, suddenly feeling uncomfortable as he slowly nodded.
"Anyways, we believe someone's been sneaking out of the town late at night or…" His voice trailed off, and I waited for him to continue. When he didn't I was about to ask him to, but my father finished for him.
"Someone's been letting The Wolf inside the town." He said his town serious.
Neither my father nor I said anything to each other after Sam had left. We both entered the house in mutual silence, and I was about to retire to my room for a while, when my father called my name.
I glanced back at him from my current spot on the foot of the steps that led to our second floor, and saw his eyes fall to the pendant that currently rested around my neck.
My father's expression quickly turned to a mixture of annoyance and curiosity as he studied the details of the locket.
"Paul give that to you?" He asked quietly after recollecting himself, and putting on a less agitated mask. I wondered briefly what my own face looked like, whether or not I was able to hide my emotions as well.
"Yes it was a birthday present." My voice came out blunt, and I quickly made a note to lighten it up a bit. This was my father after, he was all I had.
My father seemed to be having a battle with himself as he tried to think of a proper response. Judging by his behaviour I knew I wasn't going to like whatever was on his mind.
"Bella, I need you to listen to me before you freak out. Just hear me out on this alright? I know you're not going to like this." He said, confirming my thoughts. I locked my jaw, an immediate response as I watched him continue to decide his next choice of words.
"I know you care about Paul-"his tone had become gentle, and his eyes met mine, pleading. "but I don't want you being around him anymore, until Sam and the others are able to clear up this Wolf business."
I felt my eyes widen in shock at his words. Here my father was, telling me to stay away from the only friend I really had left. I would have understood if I didn't know Paul for over five years.
"You're asking me to stop hanging around Paul because of The Wolf? I asked, gripping the railing of the stairs to stabilise my wavering stance.
"I'm not asking you Bella. I'm telling you." My father said, his own voice hard now.
"You don't have any right to-"
"I'm your father; you'll do as I tell you while you're living under this roof. Am I understood?" The steel in his tone silenced me, and I silently stood under his intense gaze.
"You're free to return to your room." He said after a moment, and I turned away. I felt the tears brimming in my eyes, and I blinked them away before hurrying up the stairs.
I was going to lose my closest friend for a second time in my life.
I inhaled quietly as I collected my scattered thoughts. I had spent the remainder of the fading day thinking. Each thought tied to Paul in one way or another, and I found thinking of him became harder and harder at each one.
My gaze turned out towards the closed window and rested on the silver moon. A bitter smile etched itself on my face as I remembered the countless summer nights Paul and I spent watching the moon together.
"You know, everyone is a moon in a way." Paul's voice echoed in my head.
"How do you figure?" I had asked, a small giggle escaping past my lips. Paul's eyes had looked back towards the moon that was shining brightly above us, a white circle in the sea of black that was the night sky.
"We all have a dark side in which we never show to anyone."
A soft clank against the glass of the window brought me out of my sudden memory, and I blinked as I returned my focus to it. However the window looked normal, as though I had imagined the sound.
Clank!
What looked like a small pebble hit the window, and I realised someone was throwing them to attract my attention.
Cautiously I slipped from the comfort was my mattress, and slowly walked over to the window, just as another pebble smacked against the glass.
I glanced down at the earth a story below, but couldn't see anyone within the darkness. I was just about to close the window again when I heard someone whispering my name in a raspy tone.
No sooner than hearing said voice, I was greeted by the face of Paul as he looked up at me from the ground below my window.
"What are you doing here? I breathed. I didn't think he'd be able to hear me, be he merely shushed me and began to stretch and motioned for me to step back.
Something inside me told me to listen, and my feet automatically shuffled backwards just as I heard a grunt escape his lips and the sound of the tree that stood across from my window being slammed against.
A moment later Paul's frame swung through the window, and he landed on the balls of his feet with a loud thud.
Both of our heads snapped over towards the door, but after a moment of continued silence, we both exhaled. My father was still sound asleep.
Paul turned to me with a crooked grin on his face, and I merely stared back at him with what I assumed was a blank expression.
"You don't look very happy to see me." He noted, amusement dancing in his eyes and the tone of his voice. My discussion with my father earlier today resurfaced into my mind, and I flinched at the memory.
Paul noticed this as well.
"What's the matter Bella?" He asked his tone suddenly serious. I shook my head, and I found I could no longer meet his eyes when I bowed my head to hide from his gaze.
"You shouldn't be here." I whispered. I heard Paul's breath stop, and we remained silent for a moment. "Because of earlier." It wasn't a question, and I shook my head.
"My father doesn't want me around you." I said quickly. For whatever, this seemed to calm him down, and I looked up at him again, suddenly finding my confidence.
"Since when did you listen to Daddy?" A smirk played on his lips, and I found myself staring at him in awe.
Paul crossed the room, and I watched as he slowly lifted my chin with his index finger. Our eyes met again, and we stared at each other for what felt like forever. Every memory we ever shared played in his eyes and I found myself lost in his gaze.
He chuckled at my flustered expression, and flashed his teeth at me as his smirk widened.
"I am curious though. What have I done to upset Daddy this time?" He mused, his tone taunting in a way.
Paul's cockiness baffled me.
"Sam told him about another hole in the walls. He thinks someone's letting The Wolf into the town." I murmured whilst his thumb stroked my cheek softly.
Something flashed in his eyes but he quickly composed himself.
"I fail to see why I'm being punished for that." His breath fanned across my face and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.
"My father's reasoning for a lot of the things he does don't make sense." I agreed. My gaze drifted down to his lips, and then the white that was his teeth.
"I like you better without the cape on." He mused, his tone becoming raspy. Neither of us were looking at each other now.
"What big teeth you have..." I breathed. Was it my imagination? No. His canines had definitely seemed to grow into what looked more like the fangs of a dog.
His breath was against my neck, and travelled down my back, giving me goosebumps and sending me into a series of shivers.
"All the better to eat you with, my dear…"
Paul pulled back and started heading back towards the window. He was swinging his legs over the sill before looking back at me with a mischievous look on his face.
"Watch out for The Big Bad Wolf Bella." And with that, he dropped down. Paul was gone.
"The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity."
AN: There we have it, The Girl Who Cried Wolf is over. This short story was lighter on the horror aspect and mainly focused on the suspense and angst elements, and was also more on the stereotypical/ fairy tale side of things. The next upcoming chapter will be a one-shot entitled The Price of Insanity and will be uploaded later on this afternoon/ early evening, and will focus more heavily on the horror aspect of it all. Side note, the songs placed above the chapters are not there simply as fillers or pointless lyrics. They are the songs I listen to when writing each chapter, and are added above each one as I feel that they tie in with the particular chapter written and add to the overall tone of the story. Once again thank you for your time to those of you how have read this authors note and thank you for reading.
Once again thank you to those of you how have followed and added this story to their favourites. Feel free to leave suggestions on any one-shots or short stories you would like for me to write next. Thank you.
~ Fenrir Vanagandr