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.

to be heard by him. God, I've never wanted anything as intensely

place one foot in front of me, then the other, and so on until I begin

hurt me. I feel small stones under my feet, but they do not harm

illuminating the direction in which I'm going. I'm afraid of getting lost and not being able to find the

moving and even though I don't know where I am or where I

«Xander».

in my mind, savoring the sensation

to feel his closeness, I

to cover my eyes a little, but that's

There it is.

A wolf.

is abruptly no

get a better view of the imposing creature

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

It's beautiful.

stop

stares at me too,

What should I do?

«Xander».

from the wolf. Although he hasn't moved

couldn't have been him,

—Where are you?

the darkness, not sure if I'm going to

«With you».

With me? But where?

for the majestic beast

but I still approach. I walk

proximity. He observes me, with his ears down and sitting on his hind legs. I want to touch him, my palms itching

in front

«Don't be afraid».

—I'm not.

not lying, I'm not scared at

a deep, constant calm that makes me feel like

«You must resist, Xander».