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Lupine Soldier-Chapter 5: The Signs of a Soul Mate USMC BC Lejeune, NC Lock-up 1900 Hours "NO!" Kate yelled out, running towards the cell bars. Lieutenant Johnson blocked her path, believing Mark was nothing but a feral beast. "Let me go! He needs me!" "That...thing, isn't your husband anymore Katherine." "Yes, he is! He won't hurt me. I know he won't. Now let me through!" "For your own safety I-"Johnson got cut off as Katherine slapped him viciously across the face. "Open. The. Fucking. Cell." She growled through gritted teeth. Lieutenant Johnson, now even more shocked than before, staggered over to the cell door and unlocked it. Once

January 19, 2016 USMC Base Camp Lejeune-Infirmary Jacksonville, North Carolina Mark laid on a hospital bed, trapped in the personal hell that was a coma. He had been unresponsive ever since he was airlifted out of the forest near the training site in critical conditon. Standing overhead, two Navy Hospital Corpsmen were having a discussion about how quickly their charge seemed to be healing. The two were completly baffled. "I just cannot understand how he is recovering so rapidly." Lieutenant Ferguson exclaimed. "It just dosen't make sense!" "What attacked him anyway?" asked Lieutenant Baker. "When he came in he had more bandages than

 February 8, 2016 1700 hours Perimeter wall Mark had been feeling awful all day. It seemed as if his insides were punching themselves, and his stomach was churning around. He had a massive headache due to his sense of hearing being amplified for seemingly no reason, and the constant radio chatter and static was driving him mad with pain. Several times, as he passed the other perimeter guards, they looked at him with a look of sympathy and asked him if he was alright. He just waved them off and said he was fine, but in his mind he wanted nothing more than to bury his head in dirt just to drown out the noise. The constant buzzing of the gen

January 13, 2016 10 Klicks east of Marine Corps Base Camp Lejeune Jacksonville, North Carolina 2245 EST Mark Nicholson wondered how it came to this. 'Why me?' he thought, 'Why did it have to be me...'. He looked to his left, into the glazed over eyes of Corporal Jacob Hunterson, and felt a pang of remorse. As he laid there, bloody, broken, dying on the cold winter ground, his vision slowly fading to black, his mind raced, remembering what had transpired just hours earlier, just as his brothers in arms raced towards him, desperate to try and prevent his death. They carefully lifted him up onto a stretcher, and started traversing to the LZ.

Depression ensues once again, A year spent alone, start to end. Another chapter, come and gone, No love of my life, no close friend. No one to hold, No love to have, No close friend, To hold when sad. No friendship to grow, No love to bloom. No hand to hold, No heart to mold. So much to give, Yet no one to share. No one to take, The love that is there. All of my love Going to waste, Because no one, Cares to taste. All of my joy, All of my hope, All of my laughter, Goes up in smoke. Hope fading fast, Love going too. What makes me me, Dying too soon. My only desire, To love and be loved. To end this cycle, Of sadness and gloom. To cast

 Chapter 7 – Recesses of the Mind Inside Kate's mind 'Trust your wolf...' That was the last thing Mark had said to Kate before he bit down onto her shoulder. Now, she was trapped. Trapped in the recesses of her own mind. She knew, instantly, that this wasn't reality. After all, she was wearing nothing but a pair of pants, underwear, and a bra, in the middle of a snowstorm, and wasn't the least bit cold. This had to be the most lucid dream in existence. 'Trust your wolf...' What did it mean? What wolf? She assumed he meant it literally, as she didn't expect him to be cryptic about anything, especially when it came to her health.