Restless Soul

Chade roamed the border of the island, not so much expecting dangerous predators but to get to know the edge and he was still feeling his emotions twirled into a knot.  The ocean was a nice backdrop and there was something in the waves that was suggested it might slowly soothe his soul.  Hopefully, a predator would show up.  Are any of those dangerous fish able to walk on land?  Any bear find its way along the strip of land that got to the island without being caught yet?

Maybe Chade should head off the island and explore out there for a threat.  The need to prove himself was back, to remind himself that never again would he be a victim and never again would someone have to die on his watch.  Never again would he sacrifice one wolf to save another.

Maybe hunting predators alone wasn’t the best idea but how could he look at Manea right now?  She knew the truth.  Had she told Alastor?  He was her mate so it was possible.  Who else might know?  There were a lot of things Chade didn’t have an answer for but he did know how to fight.  With a deep sigh, the boy suddenly stopped and just sat to stare at the waves.  It wasn’t that hunting down a predator was the worse idea in the world it was the fact he’d so easily let his emotions decide what he should be doing.

Surviving had always been about logic and not emotion.  Was he going to throw away logic now that he was in a pack?  In a way that was still becoming weaker instead of stronger.  He yearned to prove himself but reckless actions weren’t his way of doing things.  Chade stayed still, focusing on the sounds of the waves.  To quit thinking so much for a few moments and just find the right course of action.

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