Lucret ia

Seven Word Answer

I made it in time, my clock thrown onto the wolfs head blocking him off from James giving me time to push James back and get in between the werewolf with dark scraggy light brown fur the one i had hared was called Bruce.

My body began to tingle it started at my chest and made its way to my toes to my fingers. My head began to pound then things became clearer. As if my senses had picked up, my sight was clearer my smell was strong and I could hear more wolves voices and I could hear the village men gasp in horror as I took my stand. The wolf tossed my cloak from his face and a growl irrupted from his bared teeth. 

James had grabbed at the skirt of my dress holding to me, shaking in fear. His green eyes looking at me softly with hope in me with trust I could protect him, yet they also showed fear, one hand rubbed his soft ginger hair. I placed my hand back onto the sword.

Burning all over my body, pain all over burning as though I had been set on fire. My grip tightend on the handle of the sword, my finger flexed and my face couldnt remain composed.

Whats happening to me? 

"Come. I'll make you feel pain like never before" Why are words leaving my lips with out me realizing? why is my tone sharper and stronger them my usual soft tone? I'm-I'm not me right now, I don't feel in control.

The burning sensation stopped being as painful but became warmer, as though I could melt the coldest Ice on the mountains. What is happening to me? It hurts. It tingles.

"Bruce pull back. Cant you feel the power from that girl" - "Shut it, I'll teach her the meaning of  pain" - "Bruce stop somethings not right"

The werewolf with the dark gray fur swung its claws at me, reaching out at me slashing ripping the skirt of my dress, My body had dodged taking James with it and placing him behind it as the wolf made his second attack ripping my skirt fabric clean off, how could my body dodge on its own and protect James at the same time.

The sworded held in one hand my cloak abandoned on the floor with the fabric he had just removed from my body, James stood cowering inches away from me one of my hands on his chest crouching in front of him in defence to the wolves attacks. 

Why do I know what to do in this situation? It doesn't feel like me. Why. Why is everything feeling different. What is happening?

Power, so much. My body shook, I could feel it picking up. 

"Her eyes are purple" - "Back away" - "This is my kill" The wolf that stood before me took a step back and lowered his head even further his eyes narrowing as he took in my appearance. 

Fire exploded from inside of me. So much power. So Much.  

"Shes a witch. Bruce draw back" - "Its impossible all witches are dead" - "Just pull back till we have information" - "What is she" - "A bloody powerful witch" - "Witches ended with Rose" - "It would appear not"

The wolves began into conversation, my telepathic conversation with them lead one sided and the wolves may be unaware of my listening. But Now wasn't the time to think of such, my hands had drawn power into the sword and James hung behind me with tears in his eyes.

The wolves had stopped attacking and began to draw back, the furs of gray to brown and to ash colours. I couldn't breath. It became hard as panic shook though me.

My body shook, out of fear or from the power that surged though my veins. The tingles that fled up my spine, was I really a witch. What it this power?

"Human. I will come and I will kill you. Hear  his heart? that boy will be my feast and your flesh will be mine"   - The werewolf left to join his pack.