Vixen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen - Unedited, you have been warned!!!

Coldness tickled my skin stirring my groggy mind awake. Raphael's warm body had left my side long ago, and left nothing but the cold air to replace him. The memories of last night smacked me across the face. Over and over again replayed the scene of me mercilessly breaking Loren's neck. He did threaten me, but it didn't account for the immense amount of joy that flooded my system when I watched the light of life vanish from his eyes.

I didn't realize who I had become until after the euphoria fled from my system. It dawned upon me when I stared at the blood on my paws that I had murdered someone and loved  it. I swear wolves didn't enjoy killing this much unless you were an old crazy rogue. 

My wolf was silent. She was probably grieving the fact that she wasn't the only influence on me. How I wished she was the only thing willing me to do things. My life was turning into a complete, utter disaster. Just when things start looking up, everything crumbles again. 

I pulled the comforter firmly around my body to shield my delicate human skin from the cold. With everything going on right now, I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep. I wanted all of this just to be a horrible dream that I would eventually wake up from. 

Where's the Cora we all know? My wolf snapped at me. She wanted me to fight for us, but after fighting for my entire life time, I didn't think there was much spunk left in me. It's tiresome barking and stirring trouble all the time. 

It was time to let the walls fall. It was exhausting holding them up. 

I'm tired.  I responded with simplicity. 

You need to keep fighting. For me. For Raphael. You're slipping into darkness. I wasn't going suicidal if that was what she was insinuating. I just needed space and time to figure out who I was. I thought I knew, but there was a whole other part to me. 

I needed direct answers; I tried searching for them but they never exactly came. Instead my darling father had attempted to murder me. while my mother stayed in the dark about the whole situation. It was a little terrifying the think that the only person who held all the answers to my questions was the person who wanted me dead. 

Orion of Argent had all the answers to my questions. 

The King. 

Where's our mate? My wolf whined. She couldn't feel a connection to him at this moment and it was giving her a reason to become distressed. 

I peered around his dark room, and found no sign of him. There wasn't light peeking from under the door of his bathroom, and the house only creaked from the cold air. Samhain was in a few days which meant that it was nearing closer to November. Time was pulsing forward, closer and closer to my nineteenth birthday. 

I didn't know why nineteen signalled so much for wolves. It was eighteen for humans; it marked legality and adulthood. I mean, it meant the same for wolves, but nineteen meant so much more. That's when we peak in maturity as wolves, and we begin our prime years. 

It also meant that female wolves were more susceptible to falling into the misery of heat. I wasn't ready for the unbearable pain, and fire burning sensation. I also wasn't ready to give in to any male willing to fix it. Just because my body would be saying I was in the prime condition for the next generation, I wasn't ready to pups. 

I wasn't ready for anything that monumental. 

Maybe this will be the only thing to come from my vampiric side. Maybe I won't get the heat. I hoped dearly it would pass over me.