Battling Fate

Unexplained Pain

Kora POV
Taking long, deep breaths, it takes all my self-control from screaming in my pillow. This seriously can't be happening to me. One minute, I'm normal, well, at least theoretically speaking, and then the next, I'm apparently matted to some hot, yet odd werewolf dude that I met just a few minutes ago. This is too much for me take in.

"How much will it take to just be a normal person," I think, then sigh. I take my phone out of my pocket and dial Cece's number to vent.

"Kora? You okay? You hung up on me abruptly a few minutes ago. What happened?" She asked concerned.

"Oh my god, Cece, this wolf thing is just too much for me to handle."

"Oh god, what happened this time?" I explained everything that happened between the time I hung up on her and now.

"Oh," she said. "This guy you speak of... He sounds hot!"

"Well, he was, but that's not the point. The point is that they want me to leave my life and go with them to freaking Nebraska, and live my life hunting foxes and chasing my tail."

"Wait! Do werewolves really do that?"

"Cece! Please focus on the subject at hand."

"Okay, okay, you're right. They can't take you away. You're literally the only interesting thing that happens in my life."

"Gee, thanks Ce. Glad to know that my struggles are the most interesting thing in your life."

"Hey, at least your already 17. One more year and you can finally move out," she said with glee.

"I don't think it's as easy as that," I said shaking my head. "Anyway, I'm getting tired, bye."

"Kora, I can tell your keeping something from me," she said suspiciously.

"How do you know?"

"Yeah, usually when your keeping something from me, you don't say much. You keep the conversation short. Tell me, Kora, what is it?"

"Nothing! There's nothing okay? Look I said I'll call you later, bye." And with that, I hung up. Secretly, there actually is something. I actually kind of want to visit Nebraska, but not live there. The only places I ever went to before my dad died, was home and school. I miss going places and exploring. Besides, I feel safer with Ashton even when I've only known him for 5 minutes.

I took a breath to take in everything that happened. No matter how much I want to go, I can't. This monster inside me is just going to keep growing, and I have a feeling that moving to Nebraska won't help anything. If anything, it's just going to make it worst.

The hard pain in my chest is what stopped my thoughts. It's a familiar pain that usually happens whenever the beast gets extremely restless. It doesn't get that bad unless it's a full moon or something reminds me of my father's death. It's just never been as painful as it is now.

I felt constricted, each time I breathe the pain snakes its way through out my chest cavity. When I breathe there's a slow pain of burning sensation that starts from the outer and forces its way in.

Every second passing it grows more and more enduring. I felt like my body is being pressured down by an imaginary weight and I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know what was happening to me but I could feel myself changing.

Screaming, I ran to the mirror. My eyes were glowing like light bulbs and fangs split in my teeth. My hands were growing claws and it felt like all my senses were heighten.

Why was this happening to me? What is happening to me? Steady streams of tears fell freely from my eyes and felt my mother's arms gently wrap around me. It's never been this bad, ever. I didn't get it. Why was this happening.

It was weird because every time I tried to think of a reason that this could be happening, I see Ashton in my mind. I barely knew the man and I couldn't help but to long for him. I wanted his arms around me. I wanted him to tell me that it would be okay.

"Our mate." The voice in my head stopped me completely in my tracks. What was that? Was that the beast... talking to me? It sounded so... foreign. Odd, but yet, fitting. That thought scared me the most.

"We belong with mate!" There it was again. My breath hitched, as I was on the verge of passing out. I don't understand.

"I don't understand!" I yelled aloud. My mom held me tighter.

"I know, I know baby. It'll be fine, you'll be fine." She started combing her fingers through my hair while holding me with the other arm.

"What's... what's happening t-to me?" I cried in between sobs. "Who the hell is mate?"