Sam's P.O.V
For weeks I had felt on edge. It was like a storm brewing in the pits of my soul, scratching at the surface, wanting to break free. Never before had I faced such irritability. Never before had I felt so out of control.
If it weren't for my twin brother Ronnie, I'm not sure If I would have been able to keep the hidden beast inside of me at bay. It was apparent that he was experiencing the same unsettling feeling as I was. The only difference was that he was much less unstable, since we were kids, he had always been a bit more hot-headed, a bit more out of control. It made him more irrational, all the more dangerous.
We carried a secret in which most others wouldn't share. We were stronger, faster, more deadly than the average man. We belonged to a world that most would never think existed. We possessed an inherited power that most would kill for. Though commonly the monsters that lurked inside of us were all too keen on running with that murderous intent.
For years we had been alone on this supernatural journey, ever since our parents had passed. Since then Ronnie and I had been left on our own to deal with this unnatural gift, though sometimes I convinced myself that it was nothing more than a curse. It took quite a long time, but together we had learned the innerworkings of our untamable beasts. We learned to hinder our instincts, reign in our strength, control our raging impulses. Well, at least most of the time we did. Sometimes our primal impulses were too much to handle. Though slip ups were more prone to happen with Ronnie, I was no exception to that.
So, after days of dealing with an indescribable feeling Ronnie and I finally reached our breaking point. We had to run, to release the animals inside of us. Almost simultaneously we bolted into different direction, leaving our home that was caged in by a forest of trees. We split in different directions, neither wanting to be around the other. I felt as if something lingering beneath my skin was crawling, itching to move forward.
Ronnie barely made it out of the door before I heard a grizzly snarl from where he had just been. I was no better; I had only made it just in front of the trees before I felt myself shifting. All at once I could feel my teeth elongate as they protruded from my mouth, my skin replaced by a blanket of grey fur, my nails extended as they sharpened into deadly weapons. I could feel my bones breaking as one by one they transformed my body into a canine skeleton. The change used to be painful, terrifying, especially when I was met my reflection other than my own. Now I welcomed the burning feeling that I got from a result of the transformation. It was a relief from the aching feeling that I experienced by being trapped in my human bonds.
Normally, during times like these I would be chasing after my brother, keeping an eye on him to make sure that he didn't go completely off the rales. I would always be the anchor. Truth be told reeling him in was really what kept me in check all of these years. Looking at him didn't allow time for me to spiral out of control.
For the first time though I offered no help to him as I ran into the opposite direction, headed to a destination that was unbeknownst to me. For the first time I was the one that needed a leash, an anchor.
My hind legs dug into the ground in attempts to slow down the irrational thoughts that cascaded my mind. I could hear the deep breaths of a wolf it panted, red coating the entirety of my vision.
It took extreme control to plant my fours into the ground as I halted. "What am I doing?" I asked myself as my eyes met the paved road that stood only a mere feet away. I had never been so careless while in this form. I shook my head, maintaining an absurd amount of control as I felt my bones began to mend together. The cool air hit my skin as the fur coat left my body.
Despite my unrelenting urge to move forward I retracted my steps. In my human form I ran off at unnatural speed, pushing harder with each step. It wasn't long before I made it back to my enclosed home in between the trees.
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Human Obsession
WerewolfGracelynn Paige is an 18 -year- girl who just moved from her small hometown of Charleston to the mysterious town of Shadow Creek, Vermont. As a life-long orphan her only wish is to find somewhere where she felt as if she belonged, to no longer feel...