Her Unkillable Soulmate

Chapter 1-The Change

Under the full moon was where they thrived. And under the full moon was where I may die.

I lay in a clearing full of young, fledging werewolves like myself. They paced around, prepared themselves on the cool grass or conversed while they waited.

I watched the full moon creep to the center of the sky, waiting for the change to occur. Soon we would turn into full-fledged werewolves; the ones who were gifted with a wolf form. But for now we waited for what would be the death for some, and a new life for others.

The chattering stopped as a tingling raced across her skin. It was finally starting. I fisted my hands, prepared for the pain that was to come.

A sickening crack resounded, and a long scream rang from my throat.

Scratch that, I was not ready.

A burning feeling scratched at my skin, making me want to tear it off. My stomach turned in on itself, then seemed to fill up with a foul substance as I felt sick to the bone. I wanted to retch, but even twitching a muscle caused knives to sink into my skin.

I tried to divert her attention off the pain. My mind clung onto a bedtime story my grandmother had continuously told me.

Once upon a time...

Another bone cracked.

The Lunar Deity made a mistake.

A she-wolf with a heart of gold was given two mates. One was the Alpha of one of the greatest pack. The other was a rogue who had fallen from honour.

The rogue threatened her to be his while the Alpha charmed the she-wolf with his kindness. The Alpha promised her protection against the rogue, and protection he gave.

But the rogue was a tricky wolf. He'd pick off the werewolves from the Alpha's pack, planting fear into their hearts. He even convinced other rogues to join him, promising things he could never give.

The Alpha was no fool and requested the assistance of nearby packs to eliminate the growing threat. Although no amount of help could've prepared him for what he couldn't predict.

My bones cracked, shattered, then seemed to try to move to another part of her body. Y focused on the story again.

In the dead of night the rogues attacked. The unprepared werewolves were massacred on the spot, unable to organize themselves to lead a proper attack. No one knows how the rogues snuck in, or how they were able to defeat a pack of over a thousand werewolves. All that matters is that they did.

The night was nicknamed the Red Blindfold, for all the werewolves could see was red as they woke up, disoriented and confused as to where they were. Even the she-wolf was blindfolded as they stole her away, the cloth dripping red from all the blood that had sprayed onto it.

The Alpha lost everything that night. His pack was reduced to nothing. His mate was whisked away. Even his only brother died.

He lost it.

It was as if burning oil was poured into my body as I screamed some more. I wondered if this was what the Alpha had felt, but then concluded that this was probably worse than any pain a person could inflict.

With all sanity gone the Alpha deteriorated to something worse than a rogue. He was a mad wolf, a killing beast. He was an ally to no one, not even himself.

In his madness he alone destroyed the rogue's pack, his strength something to be feared. Over half a thousand wolves were killed by one single Alpha, including their rogue leader. But he didn't stop there. He terrorized other packs too, as if to spite something he no longer had.

So the Council of Elders, wary of the strength of the mad Alpha, made a deal with a werewolf-dark witch hybrid. And in exchange for the death of the mad Alpha they would give her a spell book.

The deal ended in a failure worse than imaginable. The Alpha, after murdering the dark witch, seemed to develop a taste for supernatural blood. His kills were no longer limited to werewolves, but moved onto vampires, witches and faeries too. He'd bath in their blood, basking in the feel of it against his fur.

They thought there was no going back for him, that he no longer even had a point of no return. But his mate, proving the tales of her heart being gold, was able to talk sense into her mate. The mad Alpha, finally realizing what he'd done, killed himself in his sorrow.

The End.

I had always thought that ending was stupid because it seemed like too simple a solution to a complex problem. Actually my grandmother also agreed with me and would often make up alternative endings.

Another bone snapped and another screech resounded, maybe mine or maybe another werewolf's. I could feel the pain beginning to ebb, but along with it my vision darkened. The pain stopped, and I blinked away the darkness.

And the scene that greeted me was far from paradise.