Being Different (editing)

Chapter 27 | Pre-Battle

I stood underneath the jet of the shower facing the oncoming jets of scorching water with closed eyes as a soft smile played on my lips.

The fast droplets of water landed on my face and across my chest making my hair wet with the fluff of my ears damp as I ran my hands all over my body slowly rubbing in the soothing feeling of the water on my skin making me feel clean once again.

Lifting my hands on top of my head I ran my fingers through the many tangles and knots that had overcome my hair, the stopping and starting feeling getting on my nerves after a while.

My tail swung side to side in beat with my movements as I begun to hum quietly the tune to the song I Hate You I Love You (video above). The feeling of the song and the words replaying over and over again in my head had my body feeling a mixture of emotions.

The main one rage.

It was the only emotion that I had left in my body, I'm not trying to be dramatic but it's just the way I feel inside. I've been so powerless against everything that's been thrown at me in life. I am a hybrid between a vampire and werewolf with my hidden vampire abilities still unknown but the fact remains that even with all my power and training I'm still powerless against so many challenges I've faced and it makes me feel powerless.

Looking down at my body I looked at each individual scar that I could see on the front of my body each one more different then the one before it a different tale and cause for each little wound that had turned into a faded pink line on my body.

Supernaturals can't scar easily, the fast healing and powers that many Supernaturals posses makes it so most wounds that could be fatal to a human be a scratch to a supernatural being. But most times that I had been either to tortured or attacked my attackers always seemed to have silver on them which made my skin burn and sizzle each time it made contact. I guess I was lucky though in a way, I wasn't a full werewolf so I wouldn't feel the full extent of the pain that a pure blood werewolf may feel.

I looked at my wrists next tiny lines that could barley even be seen littered across the veins that could be seen. I wished for death so I was hoping that by cutting on a vein I would eventually bleed to death, I was unlucky in my wish.

But I still continued to do it.

But when I continued to think it over in my head each time I did self harm the last time I did it was back on that beach where everything seemed to have started.

I found my mate.

My mate rejected me.

I killed a rogue leader.

I'm in charge of a rogue pack.

And soon I was meant to attack Moon Rise and get revenge on Alpha Aiden.

What a fucked up couple of weeks it's truly been for me. But I was glad it happened. I've seen more of this outside world than I ever had the chance to in Moon Rise and even if many shit things happened while I was out, I'm still holding onto what the Moon Goddess said to me.

Things will only get worse before they get better.

So I'm praying with all my might that when I attack Alpha Aidens pack I can take him down. Giving my wonderful pack land to thrive on and ending what I started on that beach. Yes, I did still plan to go through with it.

I sighed and continued to scrub my body with the crystal clear water being sprayed down on me. I sighed in delight quietly with a soft smile on my lips, I wrapped my arms around my chest area making my boobs turn to cleavage and a shiver to run down my spine in delight of the warmth.