The Spirit of the Wolf - Kakorya Freesia (audio ebook reader TXT) 📗

helpless. Every bone in her body feels broken into tiny pieces. She creates no fuss while tears flood her eyes. And she gazes at the man, with long dark hair, coming towards her.

 

“Silly, Silly girl!” Waya steadfastly said.

 

Waya lowers himself to the ground and meets her eyes. He is enraged by Atsila’s decision to run from him, and cause herself undesirable harm, but his love for her overtook him. He tenderly touches her face and Atsila turns to her human form. He picks her up carefully and heads back towards the cave. Atsila, for now, doesn’t care about fighting or running. She positions her sore arms around Waya’s neck and presses her head against his chest closing her eyes.

Chapter Five: Trapped

Atsila spends many sunny days and full moons with Waya; she is neither a prisoner nor free to return home to her people. Not hearing a sound, Atsila peaks her head out of the mouth of the cave. She notices two brownish wolves resting, among the rows of flower beds, by the passage. She spots four other wolves sitting on a ledge that overlooks the cave.

 

“Where would you like to go?” Waya whispers into her right ear from behind.

 

 

“Home,” Atsila said, sadly with fire raging in her eyes.

 

She stubbornly walks pass him and begins to remove her garments. She runs down the passage splashing into the waterfall’s enclosed pool. Atsila knew the wolves where around; they were always near, even if nothing was in sight.

 

Waya, provides the best of whatever Atsila needs (foods, dressings of silk, and animal hides). She has plenty of protection and privacy, but she does not understand why she is so discontent and so furious with him, outside of not being allowed to return to her people. Atsila sat there across from him with her thoughts drifting away. She remains cautious not to drift too far. He knew her physically, spiritually, mentally, and emotionally; as if, they were eternal soul mates which neither Death nor Time could part.

Chapter Six: The Unity of Souls

The Shape-shifter hovers over her. His dark marble eyes intensely set upon her firm petite frame. Waya’s hands embellish her long-wild hair, red-sandy skin, and dark brown eyes. With the stars dazzling above, Atsila embraces his body, her indulgent damp lips kiss the folds of Waya’s skin. Each one’s touch releases energy of light, around and around until they are engulfed. The sun rose and set, but their passion, hunger, and intensity does not rest.

 

 

Atsila’s rosy cheeks smile at Waya, from the tropical enclosed pool, as she holds their newborn in her arms and softly washes it. Waya decides to remove his unnecessary clothing and joins his mate in the water. He gently touches her face with the back of his hand as she embraces his company. Waya knows Atsila is planning to try and leave, but he chooses not to confront her. He allows her to plan an escape, knowing that she will wait, several weeks before taking action.

 

“Atsila, where are you going?” Waya fussily probed her.

 

“I refuse to continue to stay here. I will not let us live isolated. I will not let our child live isolated,” said Atsila.

 

She does not answer anymore of Waya’s questions. He stays at a distance striding the floor, but anticipating her every move. With a few items packed, Atsila drew closer to the entrance and out into the bright sun kissing her skin. She looked at Waya with pain and love in her eyes, and then she ran. Atsila knew Waya would find her. She knew that he could not resist the chase; and she knew that she would never part from him in life or death.

 

Atsila, held her new born tightly to her breast and like an eagle trying to reach Heaven, she soars. As swift as the wind and strong like the earth she shattered everything under her feet. Several minutes of silence precede and abruptly Atsila is startled when she hears a thunderous scream, Awwhooo, Awwhoooooo!!!! Then without cause Atsila can not stay focus and her eyes become tire.

 

Atsila, mentions to herself, “What’s going on? What’s happening to me?”

 

As her speed reduces Atsila takes seven staggering steps forward and falls to the ground.

Waya arrives to see his mate asleep and their child safely cradled in her arms.

 

“Shhh,” mom needs her sleep,” Waya whispers to the baby as he affectionately picks the newborn up.

 

When Atsila wakes up from her slumber she is surprised to see Rose’s face. After a few moments of sitting up she realizes she is back in her village. She looks around, but to her surprise nothing had been altered. And she quickens to her feet.

 

“Rose, you won’t believe the dream I had, it felt so real. I ran away from the village because my father ordered me to marry a stranger. I meet and was held captive by a Shape-Shifter. I loved him and we had a child together;and then I tried to run back to the village, but I never made it. I was afraid I would never see you or father again,” Atsila said.

 

“I am sorry Atsila, but you did not have a dream,” said Rose.

 

”What do you mean?” asks Atsila.

 

“Everything that you said about your dream was true. You did run away because your father ordered you to marry a stranger. You did meet and was held captive by a Shape-Shifter. And you did love him and there was a child conceived,” said Rose to Atsila.

 

Atsila could not believe what she was being told. In shock, she sat down on a small wooden stool and tries to digest what Rose told her and that facts of her own personal encounter.

 

“Rose, how did I… , why are you giggling?” Atsila asks Rose. She did not know if she should find her questions amusing, like her best friend did, or stumble out of Rose’s presence like an infuriated storm.

 

“Rose, how did I get back here?” Atsila asks again, but this time her voice was not amused.

 

“Waya,” Rose replies.

 

“What!” Atsila said , as her face lite up like the redist war paint that man had ever created.

 

Rose starts, “You said you would not be forced to marry someone you did not love or know.”

 

“So, you and my father tricked me,” Atsila confronted Rose.

 

“No,” Rose exchanged.

 

Rose continues, “Your father and I just wanted you to learn on your own, that the very thing and person you were running from, was the very thing and person that you where destine to be with. You just had to experience it yourself, alone.”

 

Just then Waya walks in, holding his and Atsila’s child in his arms; and Atsila’s, father follows behind Waya standing to the right of him.

 

Without a second for Atsila to react, Rose looks directly at Atsila and says, “At least you’ve returned home safely after finding your sacred path!”

 

 

THE END

Notes from the Aurthor

 

THE SPIRIT OF THE WOLF

 

 

 Dedicated to:

Ms. Parker/ Sgt. Major Wright,

for always believing in me.

 

Mrs. Richardson,

for reading my first short story in her 7th grade class and telling me I was a writer.

 

To my Parents (Myrick and Ming),

for always telling me to be better than you and excel in my dreams and in life.

 

Friends/Strangers,

for your kindness in my darkest hours.

 

To my soul-mate,

wherever you are, be safe, until God send’s you back.

 

 

  

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