Alana Character Description

Hello Readers! I’m back this week with another “short story”! Since this month is all about characters, I’m going to describe Alana in more detail. I know this may sound boring but hear me out. I’m going to do this:

I’m going to write these as scenes of dialog between characters. These two separate scenes will probably go in my book. Although they are starting out as very rough drafts on this blog. Seriously first time they will be written. So be nice. ?

            I’m going to start with Alana’s love interest, Ferrin. Then I’m going to write how one of the other female werewolves in Alana’s squad, which contains five soldiers that all share a sleeping space. I will post the negative view of Alana next week. Well here we goooo!

            Ferrin walked out of Alana’s room and down the hall, in search of the General.

            “General!”

            “Yes, Captain. If you could get a move on. My wife and I are getting ready to leave. Once Alana gets here.”

            “That’s what I want to talk to you about, sir,” Ferrin said.

            “Go on,” said the General with a raised eyebrow.

            “I want to come with you.”

            “And why would that be?”

            “Well… sir, I guess to keep an eye on her.”

            “Her? You mean Alana?” the General chuckles and raises an eyebrow at Ferrin. “Are you sure she really needs you to keep an eye on her?”

            Ferrin smiles and says, “Sir, we both know she doesn’t, but I still want to. She hasn’t talked to me since…”

            “The Midnight Run?”

            “Yes, sir. How did you know?”

            “Just a hunch, Captain. Tell me, Captain, what do you see in Alana?”

            “Sir?”

            “Just answer the question. Be as informal as you like. Ferrin.”

            “Well, I see her strength, but not just her physical strength. Her heart knows a lot of sadness and she still presses on. I know a lot of soldiers who would break under the weight she carries. Her smile is like that first ray of sunshine after a storm and her laugh reminds me of a raging river, loud and boisterous. Hem. Sorry sir I got carried away.”

            “It’s alright Ferrin. Thank you for your honesty,” said the General and clapping Ferrin on the shoulder. “Why don’t you get your bag and then we’ll check on Alana.”

            “Yes, Sir,” replied Ferrin with a smile.