Renegade-N.H-

No Regard

"Where are we going?" I ask Declan over the sound of furious wind as he travels around steep bends too fast. He chuckles, I feel it through his heavy leather and drives deeper into the back roads of town.

He stops the bike only fifteen minutes from the home and climbs of with ease. He looks at me before back up two steps and stripping all of his clothing to the floor.

"You know," he says "it's funny I imagined this... Taking my clothes off for you."

He smirks dropping his jeans to the wet ground and stepping from them and his boots. He's toned but unlike his brother he is scared. His flesh is ripped in every direction, rough patches of twisted healed over skin. The most noticeable was a large line, it looked like wound and frayed cord that stretched under his skin from his shoulder blade to his pelvic bone.

"Everyone is scared of my face," he laughs "but they don't get to see the real monster."

I walk towards him, slowly but completely un-afraid. I needed to make him believe the dark intentions, nothing could sway his thoughts of why I was here. All or nothing is was Loran had said to me as we discussed the plan, all or nothing.

I reach out and run my finger along the brutal scar and he flinches under the cold feeling of my hand.

"These are all from your dad," I say taking a stab in the dark at his story and he nods.

"When someone drinks themselves into comas most nights they leave their humanity in the bottom of a whiskey bottle." He says he grabs my wrist forcefully and looks me straight in the eyes. I shake for a moment, but collect my fear and stand strong again. He runs my hand along his chewed up neck and pulls me against his chest so my arm is reaching the pad of his back. More ruined skin traces under my fingers and I almost feel bad, but that's not an emotion I need right now. He's testing you, I think.

"He would get me angry enough to change," he whispers in my ear and his warm breath makes my bones shutter under my skin. "Then he would throw a chain around my neck and gamble with my life."

"Dog fights?"

"Animals don't feel like we do, only anger flows through their bodies. They will do anything to save their own life, always." He laughs again "I never lost."

He pushes off of me and stands back making me witness to the grueling process of snapping his own bones and shedding his human skin. Large, sharp, stained fangs fill his mouth as a large snout takes place of his mouth. As he crumbles to the floor the sense of danger finally hits me. Niall could stop himself, he had control unlike Declan's. I would die here.

No, I think, watch him. Watch his movements and understand him as an animal he needs you, wants you alive. You are a game to him.

I stop, spread my feet farther apart and prepare myself as he crumbles to the ground in grumbles, and loan moans of agony.

I know my gun is in the back of my pants, I can feel my small blade I shoved in my boot and I assure myself I can do this. When he's done he stands strong ok all fours his nose to the ground and a snarl forming on his now dark lips.

"Is this suppose to scare me?" I whisper looking the large animal in the eyes. The only thing vaguely recognizable is the long scar across his snout where his thick fur would no longer grow.

He snaps his jaw in response and drops his shoulders slinking across the ground towards me but I don't move. I cannot fear something I could easily kill.

A low growl forms in his throat at my open thought, hear me I think, be afraid.

He scrapes his long talons in the dirt, they clank against small pebbles to make a terrifying sound for anyone. But I still don't move fully aware of his tactics.