Chapter 7

Andrew walked over to us. "Can we talk?" He said.

I eyed him intently. Micah eyed him intently too, all of a sudden the air was thick with tension

His eyes briefly darted to Micah before he said "Alone."

The weight of Andrew's stare was uncomfortable. He had this dark look in his eyes. I wondered what he wanted to talk to me about. A million thoughts started to race through my mind causing my already present headache to get stronger.

My anxiety was slowly creeping in. Would it be safe to talk to him? Should I talk to him? I couldn't shake off the bad feeling that I felt in the pit of my stomach. Sensing my uncertainty Micah gave my hand an encouraging squeeze.

This eased my nerves a little.

"Later, I need to rest."

"Always trusting your intuition huh Tee, lucky you."

With that he walked away leaving his words sticking to me like wet paint. What did he mean by that? An older lady stepped forward. She had a warm look to her but her eyes held something else, danger.

"Tehilla, you need to rest there's a lot we have to tell you you'll need all the strength you can get."

Micah directed me away from the others and to my living quarters. It felt home like, it had my touch written all over it. Constellations were painted on it, gazing at it felt like I was looking at the sky. The room's wall was painted black and white littered with wolves running across. I traced my fingers over the wolves outlines.

The minute my eyes spotted the bed, I felt the weight of all the earlier events weigh on me. I threw myself on the bed and continued to survey the room. A book shelf was positioned in the tight hand corner of the room. From my side view I could make out a few of my favorite authors. I made a mental note to check them out later. A red colored journal peaking from in between the books caught my eye.

I immediately sat up. The energy in the room changed instantly. Feeling goosebumps and my courage deteriorated I approached the bookcase. Why was I afraid of picking up the journal? It was just a freaking journal.

It may have been just a journal but my intuition told me there was more to it. With my heart threatening to rip out of my chest I picked up the journal. It had no writing on its covers except with a tiny engraving on its spine.

"L. V" My fingers traced the stitched initials. I felt an odd sense of nostalgia holding the book. With the remaining courage I had, I flipped its pages expecting to find something however, I'm left disappointed as blank pages stared back at me. So much for the suspense. Why did I feel like I was missing something?

Confusion filled my body as the number of unanswered questions piled up. Just as I was about to shut the book I spotted a writing on the first page. Odd, that wasn't there before. It was a single sentence.

"The stars that gaze upon the people." Another fucking riddle. I was getting frustrated with the endless questions. I read it once more this time aloud.

The book glowed, the pages of the jounal started flipping on their own. As quick as they began they stopped. Nothing prepared me for what I saw on the pages.