Dawn’s POVI had never felt so confused in my entire life.I continued to stare at the image of the woman made of metal in front of me. She seemed so familiar to me, her hair length identical to mine, and for some reason even the way her face and body was shaped made me feel like—What was I thinking? Where did this sudden nonsense come from that I thought he had made a metal figure of me?Snap out of it Dawn, you’re embarrassing yourself!“It’s rushed,” he said in response to my question, despite me already having figured out that it was him who had created it.“I like it,” I found myself admitting truthfully. “It doesn’t look rushed to me.”“There are unpolished pieces on the woman’s figure, and the wolf’s eyes—”“The wolf’s eyes are bearing down.” I breathed out before he could say anything. “Animate, claiming. It’s extraordinary how… human they look.”I blinked as I came to realize I had been rambling, and my eyes shot up to look at Craig to see that he had alread
Dawn’s POVThe world sings inspiration.That was what my aunt used to always tell me when I was a kid. No young girl ever wants to have to deal with her parents dying before her. The hurt usually came from watching other kids in their full families. When they would have parents come in to school for parent day, when their mother or father-or both, sometimes-would pick them up from school. Even hearing about their holidays when they came back would be like a stab to the heart.I was lucky, though. I was raised by my aunt, who fortunately was an amazing woman. She had taken me in with absolutely zero hesitation and raised me like her own daughter. She had never had children of her own and had never been married, either. So it was always just the two of us against the world.Sometimes, when things became particularly hard during my teenage years and I began to feel the absence of parents more deeply, she would take time off from work and have us go to our cabin at the lake, whe
Dawn’s POV“You want to merge our mediums together?” I asked over the sound of my now empty tray hitting the back of the holder. “How would that even work?”I watched as Craig shrugged. “Plenty of artists have done it before, it isn’t like this will be an entirely new concept. All we have to do is figure out a theme and piece special enough to wow the judges.”I sighed as I followed him out of the dining hall and into the main hall. There were considerably more people now, causing me to brush up against Craig more than once in an attempt to stay close enough to speak and also out of the way of everyone else walking about.“Here,” eventually, Craig’s hand came up to the side of my waist as he pulled me to stand in front of him, where he placed both hands on my shoulders and led me through the throng of people as he looked over my head. I would have felt offended at how he moved me around like a doll if I wasn’t, well, so impressed at how easily he seemed to move me around like a
Dawn’s POV“Agh,” I groaned as I pushed through the heavy door of the ladies’ restroom. I wished I could say a cool breeze hit me as soon as I did, but instead I was engulfed with the stuffy air of an even more stuffy hallway, bodies squished and pushed to one side that formed the line leading to the bathroom that was currently being occupied.There were only three toilets in there, two of them currently being puked into—I gave the first woman in the line a look that said waiting wasn’t the best idea. She seemed to understand, because she groaned as well before leaving the line and going off somewhere else. Hopefully a bush, and not some obscure corner of the bar Candice had managed to drag me to tonight.“Are you having fun!” said woman asked me, both her and my drink in her hands covered with their individual coasters sat upon them. I deadpanned at her as I massaged the side of my head. I didn’t know whether it was because the bar scene in Europe was so different to the one bac
Dawn’s POVI woke up better than Candice did the next morning.By that I mean I woke up not wanting to set the world on fire and she, well, didn’t. “God…” Candice groaned as she hung off the side of the bed, her hair hanging on the floor below her as she extended her arms as far as she could. I could only shake my head from the bathroom where I was busy brushing my teeth. “I want to die.”“I think you might already be dead,” I told her in response as I moved back to the bathroom to rinse my mouth. “Explains the look on your face.”She groaned again as I laughed and pulled on my socks. “I didn’t know being dead could hurt this much. Why did you let me drink so much at the club, anyway?”“You had like, one beer at the club,” I recalled. “And half of mine I think, but at the bar…”I laughed again when Candice groaned, pulling the covers over her head and curling up into a ball when knocking was heard from the front door. I looked at it as I turned away from Candice and went to
Dawn’s POV“So,” I cleared my throat as I began moving my equipment around. “I, uhh, went over your notes for the theme of the project.”“What did you think?”I nodded my head as I looked at him, affirming that I agreed with them. “They were pretty good, though I just haven’t worked much on animal anatomy, so when it comes to your part I might need a bit of assistance.”Craig hummed as he pulled up some pieces of metal, they weren’t large enough to begin his sculpture, but they were big enough for him to twist and turn and smelt into decorative pieces for the larger one he would be creating.“So, a wolf huh?” I asked as I organized my own things, and lifted my head up in shock when I suddenly heard a clanging sound from his side of the room. When I looked back I found Craig bending over to pick up some of the metal pieces he had dropped on the floor, there wasn’t any evidence of him tripping over anything, so he must have dropped it when he wasn’t paying attention. “Are you a
Craig’s POVI stayed in the studio for a few more hours after Dawn had fallen asleep, careful not to use any of the equipment that could possibly wake her up and disturb her. It wasn’t so hard, instead of working on the main component of my piece I instead focused on the finer details, parts she would also use to properly incorporate into her own ceramic style. I took special care to make those pieces as close to perfection as I could.My eyes moved towards her on instinct when she shifted on the couch, the jacket falling off from her body that I had placed there some hours prior. I stood up to pick it up from the ground when I heard a clanging sound, and then a thump. I surveyed Dawn for a moment, certain that she hadn’t done anything to cause it.Then I looked back to my work station where I noticed nothing had fallen off the table or moved out of the place I had carefully put each individual tool and ingredient. Which left only two other options.Either the delivery we had c
Dawn’s POVI think I’m panicking.I didn’t know exactly what a full blown panic attack looked like, but if I were to guess, then the heavy breathing, the incessant heart pounding, the sweaty hands and the way I couldn’t seem to keep my legs from shaking, sort of gave me a good idea as to what it might look like.Craig didn’t help the situation at all, that is, having someone who was just a human turn into a full blown wolf in front of you, and then back into a human in order to take out the other full blown wolf-who had also turned from human to animal-in a matter of minutes, would cause panic on anyone, I’m assuming.There was no way I was going to calm down with him here, nevertheless with him just constantly staring straight at me with the way he was doing right now. He seemed anxious too, maybe even worried about my reaction to the whole situation. I’ve read about things like this in books, and even seen them happen in movies.I remember always getting frustrated with the