Part III
The magnificent beast stood against the light in the night sky, howled then waited patiently.
Sam shuddered from the cold in the evening air. She could hear the wolves howling in the not-too-distant forest. She wanted to beckon a mind speaking with the wolves. Alert to their rumbles and growls, she focused on the alpha male.
All she could make out of the rumbles was; a vocal luring and a sharp, crisp howl. “Come My Child”, and “Come To Me” is all she got from the mental telepathy she was experiencing.
As a child, Sam needed therapy, for her outbursts on her ability to mind-speak with animals. Her parents were concerned with her constant goings-on about what the animals thought and what they wanted to do.
All the therapy taught Sam was to keep things quiet. Let things be silent until the moment is needed. She had always thought the need would one day come into her life again. And Sam knew the time was approaching.
“What lay ahead of her?” Sam thought. Why now, and why me?
Sam also thought that the accident was pre-destined. By no fault of hers or the weather or the night sky caused the dreadful night. And the Chelsea Manor, what was the meaning of the nocturnal voices of her ancestral past.
