Witch's wolves

Chapter 2

Darkness is not always dark. You have dreams.

Once your body has reached a certain level of slumber you start dreaming weather it's a sweet dream or a nightmare. Dreams can only be achieved at certain levels of sleep. But I knew I was not dreaming as my nightmare had some horrible truth to it.

I would slip in and out of the darkness and when it came I had hoped it would take on sweet dreams. But it would not come; it's as if my body wanted me to know danger was absolute in my present time.

It wanted me to be scared of the darkness but truth was I was scared at the monster that did something to me. Every time I woke up the slightest, I could feel something in my body mending itself. At one stage I heard bone crack. I wanted to scream out but my body had completely shut down on me so I had to endure it all in silence. I thought someone had broken something else in my body but the relieve that flooded me afterwards had me thinking otherwise. I was confused when I went back to sleep again.

The second last time I woke up I was thrown carelessly on cold cement. I mentally braced for the pain that would come but to my surprise it never came. By now I could open my eyes only a fraction and I vaguely remember glass walls all around me and one of them had some odd looking equipment. They almost look like hospital equipment. Before I could make out anymore I was pulled back into darkness.

The first thing I remember waking up and being completely clear headed, was that I was naked. Naked and facing down on some doctors chair. I was a shy person so it was the first thing that jumped out at me.

Then as I realized this I tried sitting up. The second thing I realized was that that I couldn't move. My arms and legs were tied with chain and I remember one going across my ass. The chains slightly burned my skin but that was thrown to the back of my mind. I started panicking and hyperventilating. What exactly was happening to me? The door to the room opened and I thought my prayers were answered but none of them answered the questions that flew out my mouth. I became even more confused.

"The more you struggle the harder it will be." the voice was next to my ear and he did not sound sincere at all. Fear rippled stronger through my body. I felt a gloved hand steadying on my back and something cold and sharp hitting my skin, cutting deep. I had screamed so loud I thought the glass walls around us would shatter.

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A year later.

"MEAGAN!!" I looked up from the laptop in front of me and the pen in my mouth fell to the table from fright. "I have been calling you for 5 minutes. What has got your attention so badly?" She had taken a chair across from me and folded her arms.

"Work is what got my attention. I have to put in some big orders." She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders as if keeping my business running wasn't so important. My jaw slightly dropped in shock at her response. "Well it's time for you training." She said with raised eyebrows. I didn't mind the training. She just always has bad timing on when to train me.

She kept on annoying me until I stood up and grabbed the little bag hanging by the door and left.

It's been almost a year to the date that I have been bitten and I am still learning, not only the history but also how to use my powers of a witch's wolf.

I still had to find out the reason behind the name and how we came to exist. As it is the name made no sense? I mean I had thought I was a normal lycan but then I quickly realized I could do more than just shift into a giant ass wolf! But I would have thought there was special categories for someone like me not a whole species. Maybe today was that day I would find out but that as just wishful thinking. I know from my lessons there was at least three different lycan species and learned about the other two in detail.