Ring of Storms [1]

3.

Chesí nuh!l ŕhé lenouh! ki!ah zah. Th Brruh! chtí th Whi!ki! Lorun!de ghn firí. Th Zwh!gh n Or!ki!, nuh!l or!y ghbrrdesí síy wah!y duh!gheŕki! Nuh!l Medhé.

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Translation
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Two heads are better than one. This is the philosophy of we, the Sky Lordians. The repressed feral and the delicate prankster, two unlikely allies to start her journey.
Second Prophecy.

☾︎.❦︎.☽︎

Alpha Tyon

Where was she? I couldn't get through to her but I had felt her distress and physical exertion as her wolf powered through a dangerous yet familiar terrain. I needed her, Yil needed her.

"Have you located Yuna?" I growled to Fint

"Yes, pack trackers just sighted her at Sunken creek, her wolf was lying down hidden within the switchgrass across the creek howling in pain," he answered before his eyes glazed over as he mind-linked Kiba. "She's been escorted back and is unaware of the situation."

But why would she risk jumping over the steep and dangerous creek to get to the other side and most importantly why was she feeling so distraught? Just hours after she had happily announced that she was going to check up on Yil.

I looked towards Fern who worked diligently on Yil's frail form. In a matter of minutes, her usual vibrant demeanour had been reduced to a deathly pale, weak and barely surviving body. The headaches had started yet again after I had read her five bed time stories.

When they started we would usually absorb the pain unto ourselves and that would solve it but today despite my efforts the pain only grew in intensity. Having no other option, I decided to rush her over to Misty Hallows where Fern lived. He had painted ancient drawings on her exposed arms and legs as he chanted. Yil's body writhed in pain and she would occasionally call out for me or Yuna. My heart ached and twisted at my inability to help her out.

"How long has she been having these headaches?" He demanded as he turned from Yil, motioned to Iona to take over and stared at me.

"Mind the tone of your voice Measer," I warned with an edge to my voice.

"Now is certainly not the time for a play of dominance. You have my utmost loyalty and submission and you know that but now Yil is more important than your egoistical satisfaction" He replied with a tone of irritation.

His words hit straight into my heart and guilt overwhelmed me. Now really wasn't the time for power play but my wolf refused to back down calling for a full on fight of dominance. Make him submit, he growled ferociously.

He felt that his authority had been threatened and with good reason but Fern was just as concerned about Yil as I was. So I managed to placate him by calling back his attention to the matter at hand. Yil needs us, I replied to which he whined and pawed at the ground.

"It's been three days now," I replied hesitantly. It now dawned on me that I should have insisted we tell him despite Yil's reluctance.

"Three days?!" he bellowed and I felt the walls of the vintage, jewel encrusted shed vibrate. I had witnessed Fern's power on many occasions and I knew that his calm, meek outward appearance usually acted as a façade to conceal the inner raging and powerful force that he was. "Do you wish to get her killed? She should have been brought here on the day these headaches began. Why would Yuna only tell me about this yesterday night?" he asked, annoyed.