Panic laces through my vision like the pinprick of a needle, sewing of a new emotion I to my nerve endings. I didn’t know where I was, I didn’t who’s car this was, I didn’t know where they were taking me. I start to breathe in heavily, upper body heaving up and down as I tried to swallow the panic and seize the flood of emotions.

I mean, I obviously they’re kidnapping me.

But to do do what with? Kill me and use my remains as sacrifice to some traditional god? Sell my remains to people on the black market?

I start to tremendous at the last possibility and scoot myself into the faintest corner of the fast moving vehicle that I didn’t recognize. I didn’t want to die, I had a family and friends to get back to, I had a new friend to protect from their toxic friend, I have a decision to make and I have high-school to graduate from. I’m too young to die, I wanna live.

“Are you okay? You’re shivering.” A voice broke through the fright. Startled, I inch away more but furrow my eyebrows, knowing I’ve heard this voice before but can’t seem to place where or how I know it. It sounds so familiar.

Not to mention more worried about my well being than they should be. Merely out of curiosity, I push my head out from behind the head if the car seat and peak over it.

Altina’s worried eyes meet mine in the mirror. “You were unconscious on the ground so I picked you up and put you in the car. Of course with you like sack of potatoes, it wasn’t easy.” Panic and fear of losing me to either hypothermia or something more sinister shine in her genuine sand brown eyes, slight teasing making the weight of her words and concerned expression a little bit less than any normal person would grab from her supposed lack of seriousness in the situation.

But as her younger sister, only sibling really, I knew better.

I let out a soft laugh, not minding the light joke made at my expense, knowing that there in her tease lays worry and love there underneath fir my well-being in every single broken down word, that actually makes the once thought frightening circumstances to be lighter and less of a soulful scare that might stay with you for a long while.

“If anyone’s the sack of potatoes here it’s you. You look like the bulk of a potato sack.” I tease her back. It’s true. She has thick thighs with her long legs and a full semi circle soft breasts.

I envy her for them but I’m just not that willing to anything about changing the shape of my 22 ones, that seems to be to much of a work with stress and frustration. I’ll eventually learn to love them right? That is, if mine don't grow in. I still have hope.

A line of long tall trees swish past us in a blur as she drives, sailing past building that blend in with the wide spread of nature.

“Thank you. But, as much I would like to continue receiving complements, I would like to know what happened so I know who’s knees to break.” She spoke lightly but her eyes raged for battle against those who had dared to upset and mistreating her younger sister.

A nostalgic sense of warmth came from feeling loved and protected from the cruel knife of the world.

I shrug. “Its not the best situation to be in but I’m dealing. Even with Riley refusing to apologize still. At leady, Eberlyn apologized to me.” I say ,leaning my head against the glass window. We zoom past, tresses blurring oast and blending into one. I try to focus on the issue with Eberlyn.

She did sound sincere. And she did apologize. But I don't know if I want to forgive her or not.

“And do you?” She asks, pushing the conversation that I’d just ended on. She must have not gotten the memo.

“Do I what?”

“Forgive her or don’t forgive her. Which is it?”

I bite my lip, trying to make out what she’s telling me, contemplating her words and what they could possibly have to do with my current friendship problem. I try to really pry out information from my brain, I really do, so I it can make sense I what she just said but my brain woefully cooperates with me. Which is to say, not at all. Stupid brain.

'Did you read my previous thoughts?' I ask, feeling violated.

She hesitates to answer but then remorse that is not my own nor does it belong to me and I welcome it with open arms. 'Yes, I'm sorry."

I shrug. 'It's okay, it's fine.' I say, hoping to end whatever feeling of betrayal I'm feeling.

The car rumbles onto an entrance, past the open space and past the clump of tress on each side, shadowing our every tumble, move and bounce.

'Is it? Are you just saying that because you actually forgive me or are you just saying that because I'm family to you?' She asks, a loud firm and probing tone in her voice.

I open my mouth to reply to that, ever the one to a newer in quick anger, but nothing comes out and I instead think about she means.

Altin and I are sisters and family by blood. We get along fine, jokes here and there, teasing till one of us decides to call on war, and get advice from one another on life decisions. But no matter how close we are, we still fight like normal siblings-sometimes a little too much- but that’s okay.

We go off for a while without each other to cool off and to think over our choice of words and our next plan of action, to apologize if you were the offender, to accept the apology or not if you were the offendee. No one would force you to accept the apology of course.

I turn my eyes back to hers and meet her sure gaze in the mirror. 'I'll think about it. Thank you.' I say after a quiet little while. She nods and doesn't say anything a she cuts the engine. The door pushes open and a stream of warm air gusts in through the open space and touches my face with a gentle smile of welcoming solitude.

She drives on for a while longer and sails on into the silver metal that on stumbles onto sandy Road, which really isn't a Road at all, filled with unexpected potholes that could pass for little with how deep they are. Many car accidents happen in this particular side of the forest because of this holes of danger. I sigh and make my way out the door once I've opened it.

We walk to the packhouse in silence, each lost in her own thoughts, world and decisions would soon, unbeknownst to ourselves, would have too make that may or may not take each sister on different parts of a separate life. I link her hands with mine, holding hers in a silent attachment of sisterhood. She flickers her eyes down to our conjoined hands and turns up a me with her usual brief smile.

There is the usual mysterious sea of emotion I cannot quite put my hands on, and some spark of darkness the gloss over her eyes for a short few seconds that I ought to think I've imagined it. But no it has only gone as swiftly as it came.

I turn my head to other mundane things that ask for my attention, paying no heed to what has just happened before me for surely she will tell me of what it is that shades her spirit, and look around my surrounding as we draw nearer to the house at the end of our trail. Would she tell me though?

Only time will tell. I’ve not to pester her for her through while she’s still trying to feel her way through no matter how dark, stupid, or awfully funny they may be. More so the hard way rather than the easy way.

I do have to see what has become of the Adena issue with the Alpha and the Luna. The bullying has to stop or I will be forced to make a rash decision that won’t be made with a calm mind. I march in, having a purpose to fulfill in the packhouse other than roam around and avoid the sibling for the next two hours in misery. After all, a plan’s a plan.

I stroll on, feet striding forwards with a confident my heart of hearts seeks nor takes no filled pleasure in, and plunge my way through the thick brisket of the thorny woods.

Soon, the long sleek house of the pack where most of all the pack members reside in private of their rooms, chambers spread out across the span of the castle like architecture. Lights of all the different colours and shades in between streak across the yard like a distant spinning disco ball.

The fleet of cars line up on the sidewalk beside the far and wide space. I dig my feet into the sand a bit, dust particles of dirt red billowing out into the wind, hoping against hope that some gets onto the red car that belongs to Adena.

If the night doesn't turn out how I want, I can at least go back home happy knowing that her car is sanded. And if that's anything I know about cars, is that its not easy getting small dirt that you can't see out of tiny spaces.

Especially the one between the bonnet and the front window. Having an engineer as a father really teaches you a lot of things as it comes in handy. Has its perks too.

There is not a day that has gone by that I've sustained an injury when riding an automotive vehicle.

Of course, since I'm not 18 yet, I don't gave my own car yet. But soon. Probably when I have a job and can pay for it myself. My parents did offer to buy me one but I refused a few months ago. I'd like this to be the first adult decision I made when I go to buy the car.

I walk across onto the yard and onto the two stepped porch only to pause. Get in and do what I have to do. Easy. I breathe in a calming breathe and with a heartbeat of hesitation reach for the door handle. With caused eyes, I bend the handle and push forward, not knowing what I'm going to lay my eyes upon.

White lights blinds me first, making me stumble into the wall next to the door. Pop music deafens me next. Using my arm to cover my eyes from the bright light, I survey the room.

Teens I have passed the hallways with and listless eyes roamed over like an unimportant art artefact, people who have been with me throughout primary school up till the stage of high school for years, fill my vision occupying empty corners of the room and chairs in the living room. How does he know this many people personally?

How’d he have the time and energy to get to know them each? And these people actually let him talk to them and talk to him back without fear or shift the farthest way possible?

My eyes rove around, trying to take in everything in its sights before my brain gives it the go ahead to step into unknown territory, before they stop on an unfamiliar female figure.