As he reached the bottom of the steps, he found himself at a total loss. The Cove appeared to be just a small room with tablets all along the walls with runes and glowing markings in a variety of shapes. Was there something he was supposed to do in here? Something with a weapon, Thompson had said. But whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t coming naturally to him.
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A female voice cooed through his mind, the shock of it sending an eerie chill up his spine. His eyes shot around the room. Was anyone else here? Who said that? The only possible source – as illogical as it seemed to him – was one of the glowing runes in the wall. It demanded his attention like some kind of beacon. He stared at it with caution.
“Who are you?” he questioned out loud. He paused. He wasn’t even sure where to direct the question. It couldn’t be the wall. Objects don’t speak! Then again, he had vague memories of a very realistic feeling dream that involved talking trees and bartending walruses, so there was ******** hell. Things sure were getting weirder and weirder.
“Where are you?” he questioned.
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The rune was definitely the source of this voice. He could feel it. He was still, trying to comprehend all of this. How was this happening? How was she inside his head? He was looking for his destiny. This was it, a strange object in the wall?
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Jesus Christ. This b***h was demanding. He heard her snarl at that one.
Not wanting to piss her off any further, the southern man moved closer to the tablet in the wall to inspect it, examining the strange symbol glowing within it. It looked like a little shotgun, he thought, or something else phallic. Wyatt snickered.
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His eyes rolled at her judgment. If she was going to be inside his head all day, then she’ll have to hear a lot of s**t she wouldn’t approve. And if she was going to remark on each one, then gee-whiz, he was just so glad to have this little obnoxious passenger in his head. Hopefully she would go away soon.
Siv was the one to snicker that ******** fantastic,” he groaned at that thought.
Instincts then began to take over as Wyatt extended a hand and touched the rune. His fingers grazed its surface before he pulled it from the wall, the bond between him and the rune feeling infinitely stronger. It transformed in his very hand, shifting its shape into an unusual, beautifully crafted shotgun – this was his weapon.
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Let her lead? Yeah ******** right. His purpose felt so clear to him now – she was right, she was his destiny, or the tool to it at least. He was a Hunter, and Siv – Siv was his weapon, his key to his success. A partner she may be, but not the leader. This was his destiny.
Wyatt could feel the disappointment seething from Siv.
Yes, there was so much to be explained, and his relationship with her was going to need some work, but holding this weapon in his hand – it felt so right. It was a symbol of literal power and might in his hands, and he was ready to charge forward with whatever was to come. Hell, bring on those giant squid monsters, Thompson.
“You need a name,” Wyatt spoke, nearly forgetting that she can hear him anyways. It was going to take a while to get used to having a woman’s voice in his head at all times. Hell, it was going to take some getting used to for Wyatt to spend that much time hearing from and talking to a woman.
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“Naw, naw, I mean a not-shitty name,” he teased. He felt her grow angry as he swung her over his shoulder and began to ascend the steps out of the Cove and return to the rest of the island to continue his initiation. “I got it!”
“How about c**k n’ Load?”
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Poor Siv.
