"Not my bud, but yes. They seem to be working together." The female looked at me. She did not tell me nor did I pick up. She had said she was gonna hunt today so the Red wolf was supposed to be keeping an eye. "I have a feeling we need to come up with a plan. The Skinwalker is strong, was part of these Ruins when it was young and human." Turning to look at me she asked "may I touch your forehead?"
That was curious I thought to myself. "Sure."
She walked forward tipping her nose down, she placed her forehead to mine. The instant she did that sent a jolt of electricity through my body. The intake of breath was sudden and harsh. That breath stayed in my body for a matter of what felt like minutes while I started to panic a bit because I could not breath out. Pictures of ancient times flowed through my head. Women warriors, rulers and priestesses they were honored, loved and revered for their acces to the realms. There was magic, in the form we could only wish for now. Transformation happened, as did much more. Wolves ran the woods as both human and wolf. While other humans took on forms that suited their bloodlines. Elves, dwarves, and all other magical creatures we seen in wishes walked among us. They intermixed with us, lived worked and loved with us. Dragons roamed the skies, as did other creatures both imagined and not. That is when I heard it.
"Accalia, your bloodline has laid hidden for many generations. There is a reason for this. Now is not the time. I awaken in you the power to protect yourself and those around you. Blessings my cub, your change has started." Just after that the wolf removed her forehead from mine. Releasing the breath I had held, and panting now I stared at her. I knew her name Lada, and everything about her. How Leto the goddess of Titans created her from the clay she birthed Apollo and Artemis at. Lada was similar to a golem in magic but the use of birthing soil made her live.
"You know why I am here and why I must protect you. The red wolf is yours to destroy. I will deal with the Skinwalker. " Lada growled the last bit.
"I understand, but the how is a little fuzzy." I mentioned off hand, touching my hand to my forehead.
Looking down at the rifle I had dropped, Lada drew attention to it. "He is not immune to that. He is no different then real wolves and coyotes that roam this area." She looked at me with her violet gaze. "Your wolf inside you is strong, much like the ancients. Do not doubt yourself." Lada turned and walked right into the plaza and the trap I knew was there.
Grabbing my rifle, while ungracefully almost face planted. Shaking my head, here my bloodline some fantastic thing and my grace eludes me at the most epic times. I slid against the wall and peeked around the corner, my rifle at the ready.
Peeking around the corner was a bad idea, almost dropping my rifle again. If my Grandfather had known that boy would he be turning in his grave. What I saw would horrify even the worst serial killer on the planet. The Skinwalker covered in blood, fur, and a multiude of other bits I couldn't figure out other then "ewwww"...