𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ; commander wolffe

❂ 020. luck

Another silence fell among the two children, Wolffe wondering what he could do without Eisha today.

Truly, he couldn't come up with much.

Picking his head up, he studied his snoozing friend; as well as the empty spot on the bed beside her. Walking back to her bed, he lightly tapped her head as he whispered, "Sarad? Can I stay with you?" Eyeing her cautiously, he added, "Please?"

Sighing in response, she knew he wouldn't stop pestering her anytime soon. So, she lifted her blanket, answering his question instantly.

Grinning at her invite, he immediately settled himself in beside her, tightly wrapping the several blankets around the two of them, making sure she was warm. When he was certain she was, he released a tired yawn, his eyes gently closing soon after.

Unaware, that his little Sarad had turned to face him, quietly nestling her head onto his chest; the rhythmic tune of his heart beating her to sleep.

"Goodnight, Wolffie."

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"You couldn't have chosen a happier memory, could you?"

Gasping, Eisha choked as she forced herself to sit up. Hurriedly breathing, her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at her hands, "How—How—?"

"I mean," The voice continued. "We both know how that memory ends. Children are such fragile beings — sick children even more so." She heard a scoff, "Some things never change, do they?"

Brows furrowing, she lifted her head. Violet eyes met scarlet red, and her hazy vision pictured the source of the voice.

"Oh, please." The woman scoffed as she noticed her bewilderment, "You didn't think I'd let you die that easily, did you? I have been the one keeping us alive all this time."

Runes and purple paint patterns decorated her skin: from her delicate hands, to the swirls across her shoulders that peeked out from beneath her cloak and small lines across her jaw. Soft white curls cascaded down her chest — far longer than Eisha's, but they held the same bounce to them.

In fact, she looked just like her. But older, but deadlier — an ancient being disguised as her.

Violet eyes widened, "Who are you?"

"We can save the introductions for another time, Leu." Eisha's brow raised at the nickname, "You won't remember any of this, anyways."

"Leu?" She pushed herself to stand.

The scarlet-eyed woman smirked, "I trust you understand your own language, my dear."

"Yes," She sassed, but still clutched her head from the headache that pierced her. "That doesn't mean it makes any more sense. Why're you calling me Little Moon?"

"It'll make sense in time," She brushed off Eisha's comment. "For now, we have the issue of waking you back up."

"I'm alive?"

"Of course, you are. Did you not hear me?" Rolling her eyes, she scoffed. "Besides, due to what you are, you're not so easy to kill, you know?"

"Due to what I am—?"

"Enough chit-chat." Clapping her hands together, she cut off the girl's question, "We're wasting time. Don't you want to see your precious Pack?"