Secret Shifter

Part 19-Kats POV

I don't know how many times the sun has risen or how many times it has fallen. I don't know where I am or if anyone is even looking.

All I do know is that it feels like months have past since I left Derek, got captured, tortured and starved. But one disturbing, disappointing and completely obvious truth, was that no one was looking for me. Not even Derek.

He made it clear to me he never wanted to talk or see me again. I left him, because I should have from the start. If I knew things would end this way, then why did I let it play out like this?

I knew what I was would put anyone that was near me in danger, yet I said yes to staying with Derek and his pack. He was an Alpha, and I to be his soon Luna, and I put all of them at risk. What kind of Luna, no scratch that, WHAT kind of human would ever think staying was a good idea!?

But I have no one to blame but myself for this mess. I isolated myself from humans and Werewolves alike. I made no connections and made no effort to live a normal life, at least until I met Derek. I put myself through all this emotional and physical pain, just to come out the same tortured, haunted orphan I have always been.

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At some point in the night/day, or what ever it was, I fell asleep only to be woken up shortly afterwards to the sound of heavy feet on the metal stair case.

As soon as he turned the corner I knew it was Peter. But he looked different. His hair was ruffled, like he suck his head out of a moving car; pun intended, he was breathing heavy and his eyes were bloodshot.

'You stupid bitch!' He roared. But I didn't flinch, even in my wolf form I stood my ground.

'What on earth was his problem?' I thought.

'My problem!? My problem,' he spoke through gritted teeth, 'is that your blood isn't giving me anything!'

He spat the words in my direction and I couldn't help the wolfy smirk that ran across my face. I had been torturing myself over the fact he obtained my blood, but to hear it wasn't working, it was truly enlightening.

'You mongrel!' Peter began to bash against the cage that held me. I know what you're thinking, why doesn't she just break through or shift and slip through?

Well I can't. Since being locked up, as I sleep they have been injecting me with Wolfsbane. Rendering my abilities useless, my sides were still exposed were they harpooned me, stuck in wolf form I had no ounce of strength left.

Even after Peter stopped bashing the bars of my cell, his heavy breathing did nothing to wipe the smile of my face. To say I was overjoyed that my blood wasn't working for him, would be an understatement.

'Ill teach you to think you are better than me!' He roared again and this time revealing a bottle from his pocket. He untwisted the cap and emptied the contents onto my wounds.

I howled in pain as the raw Wolfsbane burned my flesh and ate away my white coat. I whimpered once the pain seemed to mix with the normal pain, and growled and Peter.

'I will find a way to harness your ability and share it with our kind. Everyone deserves to live without limitations, and you are a stupid Pup if you thought otherwise!'

Peter stomped back up the stairs, slammed and locked the metal door in place.

Bastard! My skill felt like it was embers in a fire, skill enough to burn but not enough the set me alight. Peter was wrong, right?

I never once thought about sharing my secret with anyone, knowing it was nothing but a harbinger of bad things to come. Just knowing what I was put anyone who knew in danger.

It's true that if everyone were like me, none of this would have happened. Maybe if Peter did find a way to share my ability with our kind, maybe things wouldn't be so bad?

What am I THINKING!? Of course it's not a good idea! If people like Peter ever had an ounce of the power I did, they would abuse it. They'd use it to get what they wanted and they wouldn't care who stood in their way.

I just had to remind myself that, I couldn't allow myself to succumb to weak thoughts. What I was doing was the right thing.

It was hard though, to keep holding onto something that have me hope. And even though it pained me to think this, cause I know all to well it's not true, I hung on to the one delusion that would give me the most hope I could muster... the thought that Derek was on his way.