Thread: Can you hear them? |Lagertha x Kosmik_Khoas|

Every single fiber, every single hair, every ragged breath was on edge. Silently, Garai was panicking inside, unsure if this man might believe him. He looked older, wiser, smarter than the wolf that had taken Mixie from his pack. Thankfully Sani could smell the truth coming out of his lips, and Garai watched in hesitation as Vince stepped forward. Then came the other packs, glaring at him. I better not die here Kasto...I'm not ready to join you. Garai tensed, as he watched them, most of them shift and look at him before Sani turned to him. It was then that Garai let out the breath he was holding, realizing that his display of power had been to put the young boy in his place. This pack has been my life since my late lover introduced me to it. Garai got teary. I've tried to stay with them since his death, but I must part them. I owe it to my late lover to take over the position of protecting the daughter he had wanted forever. Garai straightened himself watching the others around. I will renounce my pack. Not for any of you, because I don't know you. He raised his hands shrugging his shoulder. I do it for the man I loved more than life itself. He'd want me to die to protect that girl, just like he did. Garai's eyes were on Vince. He could smell her, what little scent he knew of her lingering on him. Still, he relaxed as the boy ventured inside to take care of something, his eyes going back to Sani. I'll fight with you. I'll fight with you to protect that girl. The girl my lover wanted more than anything, the girl my lover wanted to know. So take me into your pack or don't, but I'll tell you what I know as long as I can see she's okay...I think I'll know more about her then she'll know about herself. Garai moved, ready to go to the house as he looked behind him in this distance. Can we go inside? I'm not here to fight with any of you. I do know if we stay out here much longer in the open she'll spot us and make plans. Worse than what she is already planning. Mixie was whimpering in her sleep, eyes squished shut tightly. She could feel Vince approaching, but so wound in her dream, Mixie continued to twist on the bed. Her jaw was tensed, her teeth grinding as he spoke, her hands clenching her shirt and the sheets. I don't want to die again! Stop chasing me! Mixie had been screaming for the last hour or so in her dreamworld. Still the wolves were hot on her heels, snapping jaws and growling as she continued to run. Jumping over branches and twigs, she knew she would eventually find a dead end and be eaten, but she so wished she wouldn't. Please! Ozier! Make it stop! Mixie twisted in her dream, kicking her legs on the bed as Vince cuddled up next to her. Tears ran down her face, frightened, alone in the dead of night with nothing but wolves on her heels. Please! The reassurance Vince gave, did hit the bond he was choosing to make with Mixie. Her dream slowed down, her hand snapping to grip his arm as she continued to run. This time, she could look, she could think clearly as she looked behind her watching the wolves bounce as they ran with their green and red eyes. Then, as Mixie turned her head forward she saw the cave. Moments before it had been nothing but a rock, a long rock formation on the side of the mountain where she would stop. Every time she would bang on the smooth rock, wishing there was somewhere up only to be devoured. Now, there was a cave in it's place. Mixie! The darkness parted in the cave, a hand pulling from it before the white sleeve of a suit was reveiled. Slowly, Kasto stepped out of the cave, bathing in the sunlight. Mixie reached out, gripping his hand. Kasto.. Mixie was surprised, why was him and Ozier visiting her in her dream? Why was this possible. Still, she was happy when Kasto gripped her hand and tugged her inside to the darkness. She fumbled, falling behind him, turning her head to watch the entrance of the cave collapse on itself. When Mixie turned her head again, she was in a lavish old living room. Red carpeting, black drapes, a fireplace. Everything was old, french, like the mid 1600s. What is this place? Mixie asked startled. A safe place. You should thank the boy when you wake up. Kasto straightened his jacket, extending a hand to Mixie to help her up. He was the reason I could stop your nightmare. Ozier did that! Mixie made fists as she got to her feet. Agitated. The man had given her more questions than answers, and had willingly thrown her to the wolves. I'll kill him! You can't..He's already dead. Kasto smiled softly, raising a glass of wine. Mixie looked at him, brows furrowed. He was testing you and you failed.. Kasto looked down at the drink, swishing the wine in his crystal glass. Why couldn't he tell me that himself? Why did he have to speak so oddly to me? He told me not to bite anything in a few days. What the hell does that mean? How was I suppose to fucking pass his test? Mixie was crossing the room, but Kasto extended a hand and forced Mixie to stay. Calm yourself Mixie. He can feel your agitation even while you are sleeping. Kasto shrugged his shoulder. He imprinted on you. Kasto was almost smiling. It's not ideal, but he'll keep you safe. I didn't want him to imprint on me, whatever the hell that means. OR to give me the virus! Mixie grunted, annoyed. That's how it works sometimes for us wolves. We imprint on the ones we want more than anything, and they have the will to accept us or break it. Though, your soul has to be one hundred percent sure it wants to break the bond for it to happen. Kasto raised his glass, as if toasting to something. Ozier tested me too when I was your age, I also failed every night. He doesn't do it to frighten you, to make you hate him. He does it to be sure you are ready. Ready for what? No one is telling me anything! Mixie put her hands into her hair grunting. Kasto's face snapped, her skin went pale like he himself had seen a ghost. He's here. Kasto said softly. Who? Ozier? Mixie turned around and saw nothing. Where the hell are you Ozier! Show yourself! Mixie demanded. No...not Ozier. Tears collected in Kasto's eyes, before trailing down his right cheek as he tried to reframe from bursting out into more tears. Mixie.. Kasto took a shaky breath as Mixie turned to look at him. ..I need you to trust me. I need you to trust I want to help you, I want to protect you. Mixie wasn't sure how she could believe him. Though, so far Kasto had done nothing to harm her. There's someone that's going to be meeting you soon. I know all of this is new, but he wants to help you. He wants to protect you like I do and...He can explain things Ozier and I are not allowed to. You aren't fucking talking about that fuck Vince are you? Mixie groaned tilting her head back. I don't want his imprint, so why isn't it reversing? Kasto only smiled, laughing and shaking his head. Listen carefully Mixie. A man named Garai is coming for you. You can ask him any questions you want, he'll know more about you then you will... Kasto hesitated, but he had moved closer to Mixie looking into her eyes. She was calm now, confused, a little pissed off, but calm. ..Your father gave his bound of you over to Garai fully. You are his daughter as much as you are to your birth father. What? Are you telling my dad was gay? Mixie glared at Kasto, and Kasto laughed smiling and showing teeth as more tears flowed. Yet he had sex with my mother.. Mixie rolled her eyes grunting. Just wake up Mixie..Garai can explain everything he knows. Kasto started to move away, to disappear into darkness. Mixie watched him. She could feel herself starting to wake. Why aren't you or Ozier allowed to tell me anything?.. Mixie asked, wondered as she started to open her eyes. She woke in a haze, twisted in Vince's arms. Her nails had dug into his arm, drawing blood in her fright. Mixie looked down, seeing his arms and tensed as she tried to squirm to sit up. She looked at him, gulping before she tried to get out of the bed. Get off me. Mixie stated, pushing Vince's arms off her, she pushed the covers back. Legs on the ground, Mixie took a step or two before collapsing to the ground. She grunted, weak, as she crawled on the ground. Where is he? There's someone here right? I can smell him. Mixie hated that she was saying that, but she could smell someone that didn't smell like everyone else. He even felt different, not just the feeling of Vince, but the feeling like she could trust him. Mixie pulled herself on the door frame, not bothering to care what Vince was doing as she pressed her shoulder into the wall to walk. Where is he?