The Time Of Awakening, Miss Jina [free children's ebooks pdf TXT] 📗

through you Miss Sage.” she said poking at my arm.

“Plus you’re blushing.” I hadn’t realized that my face felt flushed and I knew that she was right. Trisha was smiling at me.

“So what if Devon likes her. She is perfectly capable of telling the boy to back off.” Trisha said.

“Oh, guys look we’re here.” Trisha exclaimed changing the subject. I gave her a look of thanks, and then looked into the camp grounds that we would be spending the next two days at. There were two big tents, just as Trisha had explained. They were blue and gray, the tent shape was odd. The front portion looked like those tubes you go through as a kid, except this one was much wider. Then the back which I assumed was the bedroom part was an off looking rectangular shape, and was a tad bit higher than the front part. In the middle of the two tents, which were set up on slants, was a fire pit. It looked like it had been set up just recently.

Everything seemed normal, like nothing was happening to me, and like this is where I had actually been my whole life.

Night approached quickly and it got colder, although everyone didn’t seem to be that affected by the cold. We sat around the fire for the first few hours, Devon was missing again. Camille said he had gone to get some more wood for the fire.

I was now lying on my cot next to Trisha’s. Camille and Bethany were in the other room. The tent walls were thin, so it didn’t feel like they were in the next room; it just felt like we had a curtain in between us. Trisha was shining her flash light up at the ceiling of the tent and humming. I tried to close my eyes for a moment, but a sharp image of the creature with teeth flashed in front of me. I opened my eyes and gasped. The thick scent of death wafted in front of my nose. My stomach clenched and my eyes watered. I began to feel all hot and flustered. My bones ached, I felt like someone was using a hammer to mash in my bones, and then they were taking them and stretching them. I moaned so loudly I hardly recognized my own voice.

“Sage, are you okay?” Trisha now stood over me, her face flushed and worried. She had her hand wrapped around mine and held it tight. I was just about to speak when a sharp pain traveled up and down my body. I then saw her mouth move, but for me no words had come out. I kicked my blankets off of my warm body. My head was pounding and my heart was throbbing. A few minutes later, I swear everyone was in the tent, everyone except the one face I might have wanted to see.

Camille was talking a million miles a minute, and still I could not hear one word coming from her mouth. The pain struck again as I stretched my body out, and this time when I screamed I heard it, as well as the other voices.

“She can’t be turning already can she?” they were talking as if I wasn’t even there. Camille looked at Tucker, who ran out of the tent with the glare he was given. Brandon and Bethany followed, leaving me with Trisha and Camille. Trisha was still holding my hand; I could feel her thumb rubbing up against the top of my hand.

“Wha … s.. go .. go going on..” I stuttered in between screams.

“You’re going to be fine. Okay? Don’t worry we’ll explain when you are in less pain, just relax your body.” Camille spoke in her Mother like voice. It was soft and delicate, and made me feel really comfortable.

It was almost a stampede like sound that barged back into the tent a few minutes later. The stampede was no other than Tucker and Devon. He looked exhausted, his shaggy brown hair was all out of place, and his eyes looked blood shot and worn. His face had dirt stains on his cheeks and I could see some dirt on his arms too. He didn’t waste any time and practically pushed Trisha back onto her cot. He intertwined his hand in mine and kneeled down next to the cot. Just having him there made my body stop convulsing and doing all of these crazy things. I shut my eyes and closed them tight as the pain subsided. My breathing steadied, but my head still throbbed. It got quiet in the tent, and by the time my eyes opened again, it was just him and I.

“Hey sweetie.” he did what I loved, and ran his hands through my hair, pushing back the hair that was in my face.

“Okay you..” I choked a bit.

“You.. Have to tell me what’s going on.” I finished clearing my throat.

“Something is happening and I am sick of not knowing.” I tried to sit up.

“Don’t work yourself up now Sage.”

“I will work myself up if I want! I want to know what’s going on, and I want to know now!” I yelled.

“You’re a werewolf Sage.” an unfamiliar voice sprang up out of nowhere. Both of us jumped and turned. A man who looked to be in his early 40’s popped up. He had the hairiest face I had ever seen. He had a thick dark beard and dark hair. His eyes were the same color as mine, a bright green. I sat up and looked at him, and it took me a few moments before realization had set in.

“Your.. Your.. Dad?” I cocked my head to the side and looked at the man. A familiar woodsy scent waved over me. It was the same smell that the blanket had when I had been on that bus. I couldn’t believe it standing here in the flesh, was the guy in the picture whom I thought was dead. I felt teary eyed; I wasn’t sure which emotion it was from though, happiness or a mixture of anger and sadness. A rush of feelings came over me and I didn’t know what to do first.

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