It has been a week. I haven't moved from my spot on the chair. This whole week I fought to control my wolf. She has wanted to over power me, to run to our mate. She whines for him. She wants his love and acceptance. I tuned her out for so long, blocked her from my mind, that eventually she hid in the shadows of my mind. My wolf is weak. If I could kill her with out killing myself I would.
Nobody has came in my room this whole week. No maids. No guards. No family. No nothing. I was starving. My stomach would not stop growling. I was dehydrated. I have not had any water. I am making myself weak, which is not a smart thing to do. I continued staring at the wall. The sun slowly began to rise. Birds began to chirp outside my bedroom window. A cool breeze drifted through the broken glass of my window from when I threw a human through it. A certain smell drifted in. Instantly my wolf perked up, but I blocked her as usual.
Feeling compelled to go on my balcony, I stood up from my chair. My bones protested as I began to walk. My legs wanted to give out. The glass crunched under my feet. The rays from the sunshine caused me to squint. Walking to the end of my balcony, I leaned over the ledge. There in the grass peering up was November.
"Hop down Alice." November whispered, then looking around to make sure no one heard her.
Typically I would turn around and walk back to my chair, but for some reason I wanted to listen to her. Lifting myself over the ledge, I jumped down landing on my feet gracefully.
"Come." She giggled, before turning around and sprinting for the forest.
Easily I kept up with her. The green grass was soft beneath my feet. The wind blew my knotted hair behind me. I felt free. Picking my speed up, I instantly out ran her into the forest. I stopped by a tree and waited. She caught up twenty seconds later.
"Wow you run fast. Follow me."
Again she took of running. I followed her. There were roots and tree stumps all over the forest floor. Twice she almost tripped over a huge brown root. As we ran, I ducked beneath all the low tree branches. A few snagged on my skin. I could sense all the other werewolf's. They stayed out of our way. I do not understand why none of them stopped us. I am a prisoner here, or have they forgotten?
"Here." She screamed, breaking through the trees.
I heard a loud splash of water. I stopped running and walked through the thick tree branches. November was splashing around in the water by herself. She looked like a young kid. Her black hair was slicked back on her head. She peered at me with our same eyes. The water was a dark blue color, low ripples broke across the soft surface and she swam.
"Come on in." She laughed, twirling around.
The sun made her hair shine. Her smile was huge and happy. I wonder why she looks like me. Walking into the ice, cold water, I looked down at myself. I was still naked.
"Do you ever wear clothes?" She asked, swimming over to where I was standing. The water went right above my breasts and I stopped there. I could feel all the werewolf's watching us. Guarding November. There were at least eight of them.
I blinked at her a couple times before diving under water. I stayed down there for a couple minutes holding my breath. The water was so dark I couldn't even see my hand which was right in front of my face. I could begin to feel Novembers emotions. She was panicking. Why cant she hold them at bay? Hide them. She acts as if she were weak. Following my senses, I swam under water to where I knew November would be. Her panic began to get even stronger. I didn't have to smell it to know it, I felt her panic.
Grabbing her feet, I dragged her underwater. Her panic went away. She knew I wouldn't hurt her. I sprang out of the water after dunking her to see all the werewolf's charging into the water, ready to attack me. Before they even touched paw in the water, November popped out of the water laughing.
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The Dead Silence
Manusia SerigalaMy name is Alice. I am in denial about my true identity. I am a werewolf. The worst kind. I enjoy killing innocent humans and were wolfs. I love seeing those who are blood related to me in pain. My mind is empty. My eyes are blank. I do not speak. I...