"We've found her."
It was the first and last thing I could understand before the killing had begun.
The second Jackson, yes, I finally remembered, announced he had 'found me' there was a loud cheer and growls, howls even. However something in me had begun to stir before reassuring me. Tell me to accept it.I think they were scared I was going to runaway, again. Because someone had held my shoulders, and it felt somewhat reassuring. I looked back to see a large figure covered in steel armour; his shoulders broad and towering. I barely fitted in his bod's frame. I could see his eyes however, they were green and glowing. It was weird. This feeling.. I felt protected, like he had no intentions of hurting me.
I shrugged off the feeling (and his hands) and turned my head to see a few tens of weaponised beings. However they soon tossed them in front of them and stood with their arms by their side, larger men were at the stands cheering for them whilst many others in other rows were yelling with a hungry stance. It didn't take long for me to realise what was going to happen, what was going to happen.
Within seconds I saw clothes being shredded as the men's frames grew a few inches and hunched, hair emerging from their tanned skin. It brought a shiver down my spine. Their faces had stretched and became long, hairy noses: almost dog-like. Wolf-like.
My breath hitched slightly, I knew deep down, deep deep down I wasn't witnessing this for the first time. And that scared me; that I was almost unfazed by this. I couldn't run, not now. They needed me to see this, and so I shall.
The wolves, yes.. Wolves.. were now in a circle snapping and growling at each other as if they were all enemies. As if there was a huge piece of meat in the middle they couldn't wait to sink their crooked teeth into. And for a moment I pictured it was me. I tried to calm myself down, something in me had become restless.. It wanted to come out but I wouldn't let it. I couldn't let it. I didn't know how to.
"We don't see a circle of alphas like this very often, it's a true beauty. The stench of death will be... delicious." Someone said from my side, it assumed it was one of the men on by side; dressed in really nice clothing with brown hair and dark brown eyes.
That was an awful thing to say, no one should have to die tonight.
But I don't think I could get a word if even if I tried.Then there was a silence.. It was so quiet all I could hear was the sound of my heartbeat increasing and finding no solution to calm, or stop even.
I didn't know why. I saw red.. I was.. Experiencing a wave of heat. I was left feeling woozy and unable to think straight.. "Make them stop.." I barely breathed out. Shaking my head furiously as I felt my fingers sink into something. My eyes squeezing shut due to the pain in my head.
But no one was listening. No one was listening.I didn't go deaf, but I couldn't hear anything. They were still fighting but it wasn't like in the films if you saw punches or something being torn you could hear it. The crowed was cheering and crying as some of them fell and couldn't get back up. It was so horrible..
Skin was being torn and thrown across the field or even atop of another wolf. It was disgusting. There was so much blood.. Wolves limping to attack someone else.I couldn't count how many there were. I couldn't.. I took a frightened step back as my features twisted at the horrors before me, yet a tingling sensation had paradises and overwhelmed my sensations. However I didn't have the chance to see what (or who) made me feel like this when I was thrust forward; it was dead silent.
After a few horrific hours the battle was finally over and only few wolves had remained standing. And in a blink of an eye turned back into humans, their flesh stained with blood. I could see the strain on their faces. As if they knew that had done something worse, as if they had just betrayed their friends.
My stomach folded against the balcony, I could see them more clearly.
"I didn't want this..." I softly spoke, and I could see their heads twitch upwards before turning towards their superiors who lied in different corners. The others remained emotionless at their loss.
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The Alpha Wars
WerewolfEvery thousand years a Shewolf is born. No one knows when or who's bloodline she will be born into. It's not who she is that they care about the most; putting a name on the face is something nobody remotely cares about. Just about what her existence...