I can't Give in

Chapter 8 ~ To Tame a Wolf

Chapter 8 ~ To Tame a Wolf

KC’s P.O.V.

My claws raked against the door as my legs weakened and I slid down to the cold tiled floor. My eyes burned with unshed tears and I so badly wanted to cry, to curl up in a ball on the bathroom floor and just cry. If only my dad were here. He would’ve….

            Dad…

            No, don’t even thing about him right now. I gritted my teeth together, grinding until they hurt. I weaved my fingers through my hair and gripped, tugging angrily. How did my life go completely haywire? It was just heartbreak after heartbreak… year after year after year. And, surprise; almost all of those heartbreaks revolve around Damon’s actions. But, what hurt the most was that it took me one, long, pathetic year to realize it all over again.

            Slowly, I got to my feet, my legs shaking beneath me and threatening to give out. I took a weak step forward and then another, grabbing onto the sink and using it as support. I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were red, not my pupils, my eyes. My face was paler than usual and my black hair was sticking out at all different angles, making me look sick. I laughed at the thought. Sick? Please, I’m completely and utterly delusional.

            I angrily dragged my claws across the marble, a screeching reaching my ears like nails on a chalkboard. I could feel the pendant releasing heat against my chest, encouraging my rage. Inside, my wolf was thrashing around, demanding to be released. To be set loose on Damon. But, what fun would that be? Mauling him would be too quick, and he probably wouldn’t fight back if he was really that sorry. What to do, what to do?

            Fury-triggered-pain erupted in my chest and I winced, clenching my teeth even harder. My lips pulled back into a snarl and without thinking reasonably I punched the mirror, my contorted reflection shattering. Glass shards punctured my knuckles, but I wasn’t focused on the pain, I was staring at the fragments that still clung to the wall. In one jagged piece, the left side of my face was reflected and right down the middle was a crack that reminded me of a scar. Like the scars I left on Doyle.

            That was it.

I shifted, my clothes falling to the ground in ribbons. My instincts seeping into my humane thoughts, the enclosed space of the bathroom freaked me and I bolted at the door, knocking it completely off its hinges. Damon, who had been sitting on the bed, looked up at me with intensely concerned eyes and a startled expression. I snarled venomously at him before I ran out the door, flying down the stairs at a breakneck pace before I escaped out the front door.

            The chill air glided through my fur and the earth beneath my feet seemed to tremble under my thundering paws. The moon was just above the tree line, but its silver rays still reached the thin layer of mist that weaved around the trees.

            The pendant was beating against my chest between every lunge, matching my heartbeat. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins, bringing out the animal in me, the animal that’s been caged for far too long. The animal who has just tasted freedom.

            A ferocious snarl rumbled in my throat and exploded into the night, startling birds out of their nests. My claws were drawn and scratched the ground when they met the earth, tearing up grass and leaves in their wake. I was leaving a trail and I knew that; but whether Damon or the rogues found it and followed it, it would lead to their pain if not their demise.

            My ears pricked at the sound of heavy breathing behind me. I stopped dead in my tracks, my legs spread and my ears pointed towards the sky, listening intently. Their feet were pounding against the earth like drums and I could smell them, the excitement they were giving off, the subtle tint of fear. My lips pulled up into an animalistic smile as I pounced up onto a boulder and crouched, turning so that I looked down, my ears pressed against my head and my canines covered in saliva at just the thought of sinking my teeth into something.