Celestial Wulf Chronicles: Forgotten Alpha

By: Maisonet, Alexi

Cold seeps into my bones as I wander the dark forest before me; the frigid air from the mountains surrounding me in a tight, chilling embrace. Shadows dance across the ground, as the light of the moon shines downward through the swaying treetops. Leaves and sticks crunch beneath my feet as I continue to wander forward. I hike up a slight slope to my right. My mind is numb, confused, anxious. What is this place? Where am I going? How did I get here?Ascending the slope, the trees seem to fall away, revealing a small meadow. Moonlight reflects off the dew of the grass, creating a soft silver glow. In the distance, I see a small circle, made of what appears to be field stones. Within its center, two pillars rise tall and resolute; weathered with age and covered in foliage of oranges and greens. I know this place. Yet, I don't know about this place. A sense of coming home blended with deep trepidation and fear spreads throughout my being.My body continues forward against my will, leading me towards the center pillars. The sudden scent of pine, moss and. . . cedar. . . sets my mind at ease; its intoxicating fragrance fills my nostrils. "Closer" a whisper fills my mind. "Closer. Do not fear lost one. Closer." That voice? I know that voice but from where?I continue forward and enter the circle. A sound like the ringing of a single gong penetrates the air as I cross the threshold. Warmth spreads through my body as the frigid air suddenly dissipates. What the fuck? I murmur to myself. Moonlight shifts from above and congeals into a single beam that fills the space between the two pillars. Electricity crackles throughout the air. A vortex of swirling light emerges into a sphere of whirling silver, my face gazing back at me as I stand before it. Enamored by my reflection, I stare at the man before me. He is familiar, yet not familiar. He is me, yet not me. The man before me is whole, complete; wisdom and knowledge fill his eyes. "Remember" he whispers. "Remember".But I can't remember. My mind is blank. I clutch my head in my hands as a stabbing pain pierces my skull. "Who am I?" I shout back. "Why can't I remember? What is this place? Who are you? " Tears fill my eyes, I crumble to my knees; my face cradled within my hands. Lifting my head towards the sky, I scream; the agony and desperation of my soul echoes back throughout the woods. Taunting. Always taunting. Lowering my head, my gaze anchors upon the silver vortex; the man -- my reflection -- stares back at me. "Remember."A rustling of leaves and the cracking of twigs behind me grabs my attention. Turning, I see within the shadows a large wolf. His gaze piercing, his gait steady, confident, as he approaches me. I lift my hands in surrender as I cower at his enormous size. Then, without warning. . . I wake up.The beeping of the machine next to me, along with the sterile scent of rubbing alcohol, and the bars upon my bed, remind me I'm in the hospital; recovering from an accident of which I still don't remember. Amnesia the doctor says. With time, my memories will return. Could be days. Could be months. Could be years. Until then, I won't know who I am. Fucking fantastic.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1701640082
• ISBN13: 9781701640085
• Release Date: October 2019
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 388 Pages
• Weight: 1.25 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.9" x 6.0" x 9.0"