The Wolf Within

Five

           I feel someone or something against me. I shift around a bit and find it to be an arm; a muscular arm that is wrapped around me tight. I do not open my eyes as my body aches from the transition I went through the night before. Instead, I raise my hand and lay it upon the arm wrapped around me. The arm flexes and slides across my mid-section before it leaves my body. I sigh in relief as it leaves and stretch out carefully on the bed. I cannot remember where I am, but I do remember what my father tried to do. How he claimed that my mother had been his daughter before he mated her. "Mmm...are you awake?" my father's lips brush my ear as he whispers softly. A cold panic grips my entire body as he trails his fingers down my arm in a seductive manner. I open my eyes and turn my head in the direction of my father. "Don't," I growl out. Wait...that is not my voice. My father's blue eyes widen. "Elena?" he asks and sits up. I follow his movements, but it is not exactly me. I can see out of my eyes and feel my body, but it is as if I am an on looker at the entire situation folding out before me. "No, this is Ezra, Elena's wolf," she coldly says and looks at my father with those piercing silver eyes that have been staring at me for days.
"Her wolf?" he counters astonished. Ezra slides off the bed and heads towards the door to my father's room. "Yes, her wolf," Ezra turns back to look at my father who is completely naked, "Elena has fought you by herself for too long. You are not to come near her nor touch her." My father's blue eyes become cold as she tells him what to do. "I will do whatever I want to my daughter," he growls out. Ezra is head-to-toe with my father in an instant. "I will not allow it," she coldly states and is gone from his room in a blur.

          I watch through her eyes as she goes out of the house and begins to sprint to mine a few miles away. Everything is so much different from her perspective; the sun is much brighter and the sky so much bluer. I can see how the details of the bark on a tree intertwine with each etched line. I see how detailed the wings of a bird are and how the forest around the property is humming with life. The dirt is brought into focus so much that I can see the tiny worm burrow deep down into it. She reaches my home and slips through the sliding glass door. She goes up the stairs into my room and sits on the bed. Elena, I am going to give you back your body now, she mentally tells me before I slam back into my body. I gasp for air and fall back onto my bed. Holding my chest, I fight for air and find Ezra, my wolf, telling me to calm down before I pass out. I close my eyes and try to calm myself as best I can. Taking deep breathes in slowly, I find myself relaxing and soon sit up on my bed. Rising up off the bed, I go into my bathroom and strip out of the bra and panties. I get into the shower and spend a half an hour washing and rewashing my body. Finally, when I feel that I am clean, I step out of my shower and head to my closet. I put on a black silk shirt and dark blue jeans. I find my combat boots and slip them on. Going back into my bathroom, I take a look in the mirror and notice the changes in my body. My auburn hair has slightly darkened and my complexion has become a bit lighter. My emerald green eyes are now a dark violet with specks of green. My body is not thin nor lean, but still full-figured and beautiful. My breasts are fuller and my curves more prominent. The clothes I wear hug my figure, but give nothing away. The jeans hug my round butt and flare down the leg. I leave my hair down and head out of my room. Going out of my house, I head back towards my father's; Ezra being in the back of my head, I open the front door to the home and find Eric coming down the stairs. He is dressed only in black boxers, leaving the rest of his body exposed. His dark brown hair is tousled and messy as if he has been running his fingers through it recently. Suddenly, he realizes I am in the front entry way and freezes. He sweeps his eyes over me slowly, licking his lips, he starts down the stairs again and stands in front of me.

          "Elena, you look...different," he breathes out and sweeps his eyes over me again.
"I have gone through a few changes," I reply and catch his hand as he goes to place it on my waist. "Do not touch me," I warn and release his hand. He ignores my warning and in the blink of an eye is cupping my hips with his strong hands. He pulls me flush against his body and leans his head down, sniffs my neck and groans in response. "Oh Elena, you have changed. Something is very different about you," he huskily states and kisses my neck with his warm lips. I become aware of how soft his lips are, how delicate he places the kiss upon my neck, and how strange I feel. He pulls me even closer to his body and runs his teeth up and down my neck, nipping my flesh and teasing it all at once. I try to push him away, but cannot find the strength to. It is as though I do not want to push away, but rather, I want to feel his lips all over my body; to have him explore me extensively and take what is his. Wait a minute...his? I am not his! I scream at myself mentally and tear away from him. I come flush against the wall and am breathing quite heavily. "Never do that to me again," I hiss out through clenched teeth. Eric smirks, "Why ever not? I know you liked it, I could practically hear you begging for me to continue," he purrs out. In a blur, I have my hand around his throat and am slamming him into the banister of the stairs. I shove my face just inches away from his, "You may have had your way with any woman you wanted to, but get this through that thick skull of yours," I apply pressure to his throat and see his eyes slightly widen, "you may be becoming my mate and taking over this pack, but you will never have me nor my innocence. You will never touch me intimately nor have your way with me," I coldly state and release him.