The Shadow's Heir

Pack business

I wanted to get out and explore. I pulled on blue jeans, white shirt and a black jacket. In no time, I was on the streets of London, the moon was out and the stars lit up the night sky. It was so clear, not a cloud in sight, it was a peaceful night, but why did I feel so restless? I've felt like this for a couple months now, ever since my birthday. Maybe it's just hormones?

I walked along the cobblestone streets, a strange chill running through my body again. The streets were deserted, not a soul in sight, so I thought.

Large hands grabbed me from behind, locking an iron arm around my body and a hand clamped on my mouth. A wet hair smell filled my nose, I kicked my legs and moved my body around, trying to loosen their grip but it was no use, I as only wasting my strength. They dragged me into a dark side street, not exactly an alley way. I was thrown against a wooden fence, a hand placed itself around my neck, squeezing it enough for me to struggle for air but not enough to completely cut it off.

"You're so stupid to come here little cub."

I clawed at his hand, struggling for air.

"Stop fighting!"

He banged my head against the fence, I felt light headed, my energy depleted more with the less air I was getting in my lungs. His hold tightened, depriving my lungs of oxygen completely, I clawed harder at his hand. I began to see black spots as my body began to shut down and die. I felt the mans iron grip let go as I tumbled to the ground, sweet, clean oxygen filled my lungs, slowly bringing me back to life. When I opened my eyes, the man who grabbed me was being punched in the face by another male who was smaller in size but definitely had muscle. My abductor fell like a tonne of bricks, the other male pulled me to my feet and began running towards the street, me stumbling along behind him, still a bit light headed.

"Come one, hurry up."

That voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it, not in the state my head was in at the moment. We continued up the street until we were stopped by two men, both the same size as my abductor; broad shoulders and big muscles. My saviour stopped and turned around, my abductor and another man were already there.

"Now now. No need to get involved hunter. This is pack business."

Pack business? What the hell was he talking about?

"I disagree."

"Your choice."

I was knocked to the ground again as my saviour were attacked by the two men behind us, I couldn't help but scream. My abductor appeared beside me and back handed me across my face.

"Shut up!" He growled at me. My saviour was held by his arms whilst the third unknown man punched him in the face, then in the stomach, and repeated the process.

"Stop!" I yelled, but I received another hit.

"Shut it! Or I'll remove your tongue."

My saviour looked up in my direction, his blue eyes inspecting my tear stained face. Those eyes. You.

"Vous."(you)

"Ah, French. I should have guessed."

The third man turned to me, he had olive skin and dark hair with matching black eyes. He had sharp features, maybe Italian?

"You are causing quite the commotion here."

The boy began to struggle again as the man stepped closer towards me, he sighed.

"One moment."

He turned around and continued to beat the boy. Rage filled my body, as did fear. I couldn't let this happen, not to the guy who tried to save my life. I felt my body vibrate, I could feel every bone in my body crack and change as my muscles and tendons moved positions, changing my anatomy. I screamed. I felt my incisors lengthen, my teeth transformed into canines, I felt my instincts take over. I turned my head to the shadowed figures and let out a deep, threatening growl.

"What the-"

My whole body changed, I was on all fours, fur covered my skin and all that ran through my mind was protect. My new body acted on instinct, I pounced on my first attacker, sinking my teeth into his shoulder, his blood filled my mouth as his screams filled the night air. I let go and glared at the other men, they didn't flinch, not that much anyway. I let out a bark and growled once again, this time, fear ran through their bodies. I could smell it. Smell it?

I saw one of the men holding the boy make a movement, automatically, my body pounced on top of his body, enclosing my jaw around around his neck and ripping out his windpipe. The taste of blood setting fireworks off along my tongue. The taste of blood? Exciting me?

I turned around and growled at the remaining men. They stepped back, letting the boy drop to his knees.

"What do we do? Sebastian?"

"We go for now."

"What? But you can take her."

"Do you not realise what kind she is?"

"What do you mean? She's a cub."

"You idiot. She's a grey." He whispered. The other man looked at him puzzled.

"Come on. This isn't over yet."

With that, the two men disappeared. I trotted over and sat beside the boy, nuzzling his shoulder. He looked up, amazement and shock covered his face.

"Who are you?"

I couldn't answer him, only one thing ran through my mind, safe.