Cursed Wolf Girl

Run away

Nicolette POV

I run and run, I run again, without ever stopping, I am passing jungle, hundred tree and sometimes over rock, the power in me has not yet finished and I have to take this advantage of it to get to my refuge.

Before I using my energy, I felt a powerful presence chasing me, want fucking me but I didn’t turn around to see who it was.

I am close to my home; I just need to climb over some rocks and then I return to my human form. I’m exhausted, full of scratches from that skinny jaguar fast, and then wolves again. This is one of the best fucking day for me.

Luckily, we werewolves have a quick recovery. Before going up I wash my wounds in the small stream under my house, the blood stains the ground, the water takes its color for a few moments, but then disappears dragged by the flow. I lace up my boots and begin my climb.

I pass behind a rock where there are thick roots that I use to climb, I keep my hands in the different spaces between one rock and another. After this I pop up behind a bush, from here on I just have to walk on the rocks to go out behind my house. It would be easier to just jump from underneath, but I don’t want to risk someone seeing me, as I have the convenience of having several steps to get here.

I go inside and close the door behind me, small twinges coming from my right shoulder. I undress and go to take a hot shower, the water seems to relieve my external wounds, but not the internal ones.

I have a tattoo on my right shoulder that depicts a half-moon with a wolf’s head next to it. This tattoo identifies me as the cursed she-Alpha, my father used to told me. According to the ancients, those born in the night of a red moon were destined to hatred, to loneliness, but also to do great things.

Honestly I never cared much about it, but I know that every time I use too much power in a day, the tattoo glows red and it causes me a lot of pain like now.

I have to get down on my knees and put my bare shoulders against the tiles, otherwise I risk falling.

I scream in pain this causes me, I place my nails on my right arm and the smell of blood enters my nostrils. I continue like this for fifteen minutes, then the pain subsides leaving only a slight discomfort.

I leave the shower and wrap myself in a towel, I petrine my hair, and in the mirror, I notice that my green eyes have a few more veins of red, while my hair is slightly dyed red at the tips. By now it doesn’t matter to me to see that something is changing, it has been going on for twelve years.

I put on a sports top and pajama pants, prepare some hot chocolate and go to the armchair on the terrace that I have outside the balcony. I look at the landscape that surrounds me, my house, and I observe the starry sky with its constellations and the Moon Goddess that lights up the night.

“Why did you make me this way! Couldn’t I just be a normal werewolf happy with her family?Why me!”

I turn to the moon with shining eyes and then from my eyes a drop slips down on my left cheek. I shut myself up ina shell and release that cry that I haven’t been doing for too long. I fall asleep like this, on the armchair with tears in my eyes under a sky ruled by the Moon.

I feel a light wind to move my hair that caresses my face and the first rays of the sun hit my eyes. When I open my eyes, I realize I slept outside last night, but it’s not the first time this has happened.

I go back inside to put on my usual shorts, this time black and a white tank top, which manages to cover my tattoo. I take a slice of bread and put the jam on it, I don’t have much appetite, but if I don’t eat, I weaken and if they attack me, I have to be always be strong.