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The Wolf Prince | Chapter Three
Standing alone in the middle of the clearing I let out a pent up breath of air. Well, this is going to be a short walk home I joke to myself sarcastically. I slowly pace around the clearing searching for my Katana through the thickness of the fog. I find it in a bush along the edge of the clearing and I slide it back into my scabbard.
Turning in the direction Harley escaped to I start my journey back home through the thick forest. The tall pines creek shrill cries against the push of the progressing wind. I look up to the tips of the trees, to the illuminating moon which is no longer covered by thick clouds and slowly breathe in the fresh crisp air of the late night.
With my eyes still in the direction of the sky I hear a quiet crack from beside me, like a twig snapping beneath something heavy. My eyes dart from tree to tree, my mind anxious yet suspicious. I hear another snap, louder this time, closer this time, and I twitch in the direction of the sound.
Hiding behind the thick base of a tree are a set of emerald eyes. My heart rate increases and adrenaline bursts through my veins. I freeze mid step, watching the steady breath of the wolf bound rogue meet the cool air of the night. Neither of us advance nor move a step for a couple seconds. Time is as frozen as the air. Until I hear another twig crack and the rustle of leaves, the next thing I know I'm off, darting between trees and sailing over fallen branches.
I faintly hear the rogue chase after me in the distance. No way am I staying to attempt to fight him again, running in this case is definitely my best option. I stumble from the forest and into another, much smaller clearing. A wide stream roars though the middle of it, the moons light reflecting off the dark water. I attempt to jump over but end up falling right in. Trudging as quickly as my body will allow me my breath comes in short pants as the cool water soaks through my clothes rising to my stomach.
Pulling myself from the stream I go to stand back on solid ground. A shrill scream echo's through the moonlit forest, a scream that came from my own lips. My body crumples to the forest floor in torturous pain. I lay on the ground withering in agony, my nails digging into the soft dirt. I feel my muscles begin to contort and my bones start to expand. Another scream slips my lips, this time quieter as I drift into unconsciousness.
When I awake I find myself still on the ground, the stream roaring with life beside me. I look up to the sky which is now a pale pink, the sun gradually rising from the horizon. I lay my throbbing head back and stretch out my limbs. My finger scrapes against a cold object beside me and I bolt into a sitting position, my head pounding with a headache.
My dagger lies beside me, grazing the tip on my finger. I pick it up and examine it, not a single trace of blood is visible on the blade. I let out a sick laugh, my throat feeling thick. The rogue bastard returned my dagger, and even bothered to clean it before he did. What a joke. Was this some kind of warning?
Easing up to my feet I slide my dagger down the side of my boot. I scan my body for any injuries over than my throbbing head. Coming clean I realize, today is my 18th birthday. I inwardly scowl at myself for not putting the puzzle pieces together. I passed out because my body was going through the change. I am now officially a wolf bound. Looking around the clearing one last time I shift into a beautiful black wolf. I stretch out my hind legs and dig my claws into the cool dirt. Realizing that this is my much quicker ticket home, I race to the pack house.
The wind wisps through my mane and my paws hit the hard ground with a quiet thud as I run, leaving a trail of dust and dirt in the air behind me. As I near the pack house and it enters my sight I let out a loud howl, breaking free from the forest. I feel a faint pain wave through my body and I skid to a stop. Looking down my eyes widen in horror. I see a set of smoky grey paws dotted black. In surprise I let out a shaky hiss. I instantly dart back to the protection of the forest once I realize what I am. A snow leopard. Not knowing what to do or even think I slowly pace in small circles, my long fluffy tail grazing the ground in lazy sweeps.
After a couple of long minutes I feel my body contort again. Looking down I see the large wolf bound paws once again, following another tsunami of pain shudders my limbs and I land on my hands and knees in the dirt, finally in human form. Looking round me to make sure nobody witnessed what I just experienced I brush myself clean and exit the forest once more, jogging the rest of the way to the pack house.
Barging through the main entrance of the pack house I kick my now torn shoes off in the foray and make my way toward my fathers study, my feet paddling along the cool marble floors. When I reach the study I don't bother to knock, I throw the boor open and rush toward my father who grips a quill in his hand, swirls of black ink smoothly connecting in a large paragraph.
My father looks up from his work his aged eyes taking in my appearance, which I assume was not very appealing. "Ah there you are, I was starting to get a little on edge." He admitted, setting his quill in his ink jar.
I slump into the seat across from him. With my muscles finally relaxing I let out an exasperated groan. "You knew that I was walking this whole time and you didn't think about, well I don't know, possibly picking me up? Giving me a ride?" I complain, crossing my arms stubbornly.
"I knew you could handle yourself. Besides you were bound to have your transformation before I would have even made it to where you were," he picked up his journal being careful not to turn the page and placed in on his windowsill to dry. I scoffed as he sat back in his chair. "So how was it, Shira?" He asks.
"Fine," I mumble, breaking eye contact with him. A lie and a half. I don't know what had happened. Maybe it was just a mistake, a mistake that I will not tell my father about. I don't want to add another reason to the pile of thousands of why I'm not ready to be an Alpha. So I keep my mouth shut.
"Good, you'll be ready for The Crown meeting with the Prince for tomorrow I assume then?" I look back up to him worriedly. "Were traveling by paw." A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and I inwardly groan. Guess I'm going to need a little bit of practice controlling my shifting. One night should be plenty time, I think sarcastically.
"Okay," I mumble, standing from my chair.
"Go clean up, Harley is still at the pack doctor with Erik." My stomach drops at the mention of Erik, and the fact that he's still with the doctor. Those wounds should have sealed up and healed pretty quickly considering he is a wolf bound and we bare incredible healing powers.
Nodding I leave my fathers study and make my way up the winding staircase to my bathroom to clean up. After running a hot bath I strip away my damp, muddy clothes and throw them in the trash. No point in wearing a shredded shirt again.
Relaxing into the tub I close my eyes, giving into the warmth. The image of beautiful emerald eyes fresh on my mind.

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