Trust Your Instincts

-39- The Bite (part III)

  It was hard. It was hard to adapt, especially when any slight change in his attitude was enough to trigger his changing, and the fact that he had nobody to assist him through it certainly wasn't a help. He had grown accustomed to it over the last month and a half, gradually improving his ability to control the changing.

 There were a few upsides. For example, he healed incredibly fast, the bite mark left in his arm by the red eyed man was gone in less than a day, leaving behind a barely noticeable scar, but he still saw this as a curse rather than a gift.

 The full moon was the hardest. He had read enough fiction to know that werewolves experience their worst animalistic behaviour when the full moon is in the sky, and so he prepared for it. He locked himself in the cellar when his mother had went up to bed, and chained himself to a thick rusted pipe. He was lucky that his family had one of the only houses in town that actually had a cellar. 

 It was hard to explain why his wrists were bleeding from the roughness of the chains, but he'd rather his parents believed that he self harmed than admitting that he was a werewolf.

 Sean hated Colton more than ever after what he had done, if that was even possible. He changed his life completely. How could Jack have children now? Would they be wolves as well? What did he mean when he said that the alpha owned him? Colton had did all of this to him because he finally fought back against the bullying that he was subjecting him to. They weren't even. Colton was willing, and Sean hated that more than anything.

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 One night, Sean felt different. His body was tingling sort of, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to repress the changing. He checked the calendar, but it was still a couple of weeks until the next full moon.

 He was called down for dinner, his mother setting the table cheerfully as his father plated the food, wearing a pink apron that said 'kiss the chef'. Sean snickered when he read the apron, and took a seat at the table, trying his best to act like he wasn't in pain. 

 The three of them ate dinner, his parents mocking him lightheartedly the entire time, clearly not meaning any harm by it, it was just their sense of humour. Sean didn't even have to strain to smile through his pain, it was as if the effects had disappeared momentarily while they ate. 

 This was the only time that Sean ever truly felt happy, when he was with his family. They always told him that he's different, and it's nothing to be ashamed of, but now Sean wasn't so sure.

 They finished what they were eating, and Sean volunteered to clean up while his dad went out to the pub. 

 "Wanna watch a movie tonight, Sean?" His mother called from the living room, causing Sean's spirits to lift higher.

 "Sure ma!" He said enthusiastically. "Whatever you wanna watch is fine." He added, taking a seat on the couch next to her.

 They watched the movie in silence, the only noise being their occasional laughter. Slowly, however, Sean could feel his conditions coming back, and before he knew it, he was focussing all of his energy on refusing to release his other self. 

 He couldn't handle it, and soon excused himself to go to the bathroom, locking the door behind him and frantically splashing cold water on his face. He stared at himself in the mirror, watching his eyes flicker from blue to amber, each shade battling for dominance. 

 He heard a voice in his mind, a malevolent drawl, ordering not to resist the effects, forcing him not to waste his energy. He continued to fight nonetheless.

 "Stop!" The voice almost hissed, causing Sean to jump. He knew that voice. It belonged to the man in the alleyway. He didn't know how he knew, he'd never even heard him speak, but somehow, there was no doubt in his mind that the alpha was trying to force his changing, and he couldn't hold back much longer. He didn't have the strength.