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𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞.

CHAPTER XII.
feral beast.

                        A pained groan echoes off the walls as an aching feeling encompasses your entire body once more. Your body feeling as though it weighed as much as a boulder. Even lifting your eyelids felt like heavy weights. Blinking in a slow & dazed state, you try to get a better look at wherever it was you were. The last time you tried, you passed out from the overwhelming pain.

You remember the odd wolf-man taking care of you, lighting a warm fire and making you some odd medicine. It tasted flavourless and dry, yet the lack of taste made you gag. With what little observation you managed to do, you could piece together you were in his den. Or what used-to-be.

You could barely see the opening of the cave from your peripheral vision, straining your eyes to go beyond your area of sight. Gritting your teeth as another bone pops out and back into place, you manage to pull yourself up against one of the stone walls with a great amount of effort.

Panting and huffing just from sitting up. What a pathetic state you were in. Clenching a hand over the bandages covering your body, blood dried within the stained cloth. The clothes on your body ripped and blood-stained in a similar fashion. Lovely to know the strange wolf-thing hadn't changed you despite the horrid state of your body and clothing.

Looking down at your frail hands, your fingernails were now longer and sharper. Some of the sharp ends now a flat or broken edge. You glance down to the floor where you laid, white scratch marks on the stone. Rolling your fingers into a fist, your now elongated and razor-edged nails digging into your palms. What would've been excruciating pain paled in comparison to the pain of your bones snapping constantly.

What have I become? Weakly curling into a fetal position, despite your heavy limbs, you tuck your head under your forearms. A shaky sigh passed your dried and cracked lips. On the verge of tears, you bite your lip in an attempt to endure the burst of emotions.

As soon as you bite down you felt a stinging pain in your bottom lip, making you let out a surprised yelp. Raising your hand to your lip, you feel something wet on your fingertips. Pulling your hand away you see two red droplets on your fingers.

Slowly, you began to feel around the top of your jaw. Fingers gliding across your teeth before feeling the long edges of a fang, the large animal like fangs where your canines used to be. As you continued to feel the abnormally sharp canines, movements slightly sporadic in disbelief before applying a slight amount of pressure to the tip of the tooth.

A small droplet of blood pooling from the incision. Your (E/C) eyes widen as your hand drops back on top of your knees. Slowly wrapping the blanket around your form as you stare blankly at the cold charred stone in front of you.

A shiver running up your spine. Not from the death-threatening cold but a dread-filled, confused and scared ridden shiver that shook you to the very core.

. . .

The journey back was tiring, exasperating even. He was agitated and hungry, still. A single hare? Really?! What, was he on a diet suddenly? An entire stag could barely satisfy his hunger, let alone a hare. He grits his teeth as he continues to trot through the ankle deep snow with a huff.

He would kill to go back to snuggling by the fireplace with (Y/N). Even a nap sounded like pure bliss at this point. Instead, he was stuck trudging through the frost-bitten weather with a half-dead mystery lady resting on his back. He lets out a long dragged out sigh, continuing forward.