The Night That Never Ends (Book 1)

💥Chapter 7💥

~No ones Pov~

As akira, nakoa, and karrigan was in the control room.
Nakos was feeling slightly worried for roxy.
Akira, and karrigan could smell their brother was clearly worried of something.

"What is it now, nakos?" akira asks, while looking out to the outer abyss.

Nakoa then shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts, "Nothing, akira, it is just," nakoa paused, while turning his seat to akira, "Its just the ooman. She has the same scars that you have. And has a young yautja" nakoa explains.

Karrigan raised a brow, and turned his seat to nakoa, "Your point?" karrigan asks.

Nakoa sighs, "She told me her past, and she told me about how she got this young yautja, and how she saved him from other humans." nakoa explains.

Akira grunts, "That still doesn't quite explain about her being this 'Werewolf' and this 'dragon' that the bad blood informed us about. By all means, she could be tricking you." akira exclaims.

Nakoa started to make clicking sounds, "For the record, brother, she actually showed me what this young yautja looks like, and for her abilities, she told me that she was experimented on." nakoa explained.

Akira stopped what he was doing, and turned to nakoa.
"She was experimented on? At what age? And when and where did she get the yautja pup?" akira asks.

"I didn't ask her what age, nor about the young yautja, but she seemed rather worried for this pup. She wouldn't rest properly because of it." nakoa exclaims.

Akira hummed to himself, "Perhaps we should see if she is telling the truth, and if so then she might already be a warrior, but we just didn't know it." akira said as he turns back to the screen, "Karrigan, you should go, and wake the ooman up, and maybe get them something to eat." akira ordered.

Karrigan nodded, and stood up from his seat, and left the room.

~Roxy's Pov~

I slowly wake up from my slumber, the lights in the room have become subtly brighter.
Usually i would protest, ignore it. But the knowledge of where I was, and who i was with, brought me back.
Sitting up in the nest of blankets and pillows, I looked around, and inspect the room. The same as yesterday, bare walls, cold floors, and the comfortably warm air.

My body felt sore. Muscles aching, bruises everywhere, and the bandage was starting to feel disgusting and rather uncomfortable.
Running my hands over the different materials, I felt the different textures. Soft leather like scales, cloud like blankets. I am sure kian would have loved to sleep in these kind of blankets. ehehe, oh kian, oh how i wish i was with you, kiddo.

Just then the door opened.
Big blade was back, His strange coat were now clean. All the mud and blood... gone, as if it was never there.
He entered the room slowly, until the doors shut behind him. He kneeled down, about three or two feet away from me, he brought out a bag from under his jacket. Wait a minute... those are... those are my supplies!

From a little store i last went to, and still has the things i need.
Looking up at him, i noticed he was staring.
His shoulders bounced, and a strange grumble sound came from him. Was he laughing at me? Hm... sounds more like a chuckle.
He came closer, and presented the bag.

Before he could hand me, my supplies. He handed me... My translator!? This guy i am telling ya.

I took the translator, and put it onto my ear. "Okay, speak please, for testing.", big blade tilted his head to the sides slightly.