Rhydian's P.O.V.
It's late afternoon on the third day when I finally stop running. My throat is parched and I collapse onto some pebbles by the stream, hungrily lapping up the cool water. In the rippling shadows my sandy fur appears to shimmer, not quite there, like a mirage. My paws are bleeding into the water after days of pounding through thorns and rocks, and I find myself falling onto the sandy riverbank and falling asleep. I dream of her, of course. Nearly all my dreams have been about her ever since she left.
In this dream, we're back in that school trip to the castle, and I'm running free through the lime kilns with her, on the night of her first transformation. I can feel the clear starlight on my fur, feel the pull of the moon as we race among the rocks. I feel more free than I ever have before, finally able to let go of all the pain and disappointment of the countless foster parents, the shock of thinking I was the only werewolf in the world, the hostility of everyone as I entered their class room.
When I wake up, I'm still smiling.
That is, until I look up and across the river-and find a man there staring at me.
He limply holds a fishing rod in his chubby hands, his bulging eyes so huge they might possibly pop out of his head at any given second. His terrified gaze is fixed on me and he trembles on the spot, quivering in fear. As I slowly sit up, he stumbles backwards clumsily and gives out a tiny, strangely feminine whimper.
That's it, I can't resist. I leap up onto all fours and launch forward, barking to my heart's content. The man screams as if he was a five year old watching a horror film and scarpers into the trees, yelling crazily to his friend who is presumably behind him. I run back into the forest too, before I actually kill myself laughing. I truly know the meaning of ROFL now.
As I laugh on the forest floor, unconsciously shifting back into human form, I find myself thinking yet again of Maddy. How much she would've scolded me if she was here, told me that he's only an innocent man and that I'm being unfair. Then I would manage to make some stupid comment and she'd give in and admit that it was kind of funny after all. And then she'd probably slap my chest and give herself a head start on a race which she hadn't told me the finishing line to…
I'm definitely out of my head now, because everything that happens these days just makes me think of her. That's why I know I have to find her. Otherwise I'm pretty sure I'll go properly crazy-either that or I'll become an Eolas addict, constantly watching to see what she's up to. And to be perfectly honest, I'd rather go with the first option. Makes me look less like an obsessed stalker.
It turns dark as I set off again in the direction of Wales. I must be nearly there now, because the moors of Stoneybridge have gradually turned into heath land, and heath land is all the rage in Wales right now. I vaguely remember passing some place that looked like this when I was chased out of the pack by Alric, but then again everything in Wales looks the same (Jana would probably kill me for saying that). I decide to rest for the night and then set off again at dawn break, when I can hopefully navigate better. I mean, I don't want to be running into some other pack's territory, do I?
I'm just settling down into a bundle of heather, when I hear the noise.
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