The Truth

Chapter 6

Niall's P.O.V

I tried to drive as far away as I could. Harry and I both needed to feed. I floored my range rover in anticipation to get as far from the city as I could. My hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, blood oozed from my knuckles since they weren't fully healed before I fought with Harry. More pain, more scars.

Blood ran from my nose and over my mouth as it dripped from my chin, staining my hoodie. I didn't really care, my blood wouldn't trigger Harry unless he was a cannibal. I quickly glanced over to him to see if he was still hanging in there. His breathing was heavy but he seemed to have collected himself a bit, but not for long.

I now was driving on the coast, the beach to my left. I was turning a curb when I felt my hands become weak, I couldn't grip the steering wheel. I saw a small road leading off..a hiking trail. I quickly turned onto the trail. My vision started to become black at the edges. I quickly pulled over knowing I couldn't hold on any longer either. I opened my door falling out onto the ground.

I couldn't keep myself in any longer..I had no choice.

I let my real self out, my strength tripled and my body ceased to be human..but to be wolf.

Yes it is something that I have kept for all my life but from Harry and my family, which no longer exist. It is a curse to be a monstrous beast like myself. Very few of us exist in the world, you only know who we are unless you are one of us. No one believes we exist, that we are a mere fairy tale in a book. But they are wrong.

Our kind used to strive but now our being killed off by the rouges who are selfish and want to control the world. The very few, somewhat "good" like myself are hidden or are on the run. Currently right now I am on the run since Harry and I are the rouges next targets. Werewolves tend not to kill people unless it was your first transformation, your hunger for flesh and blood is too strong to control. But if your a rouge..they kill anything, people and other wolves

I tried to forget those mind clouding thoughts and let myself get lost in nature. It felt good to feel the dirt between my toes. My senses where sharper then ever, but I was still weak. I ran as fast as I could, my nose eager to pick up a scent of prey. Harry ran near me, he raged with hunger and nothing could stop him.

Then suddenly I smelled something, but Harry was already on its trail. He picked up speed, the recurring scent strong in my nose. I started to salivate I could practically taste it. But it initially wasn't in view.

I saw sudden movement..a deer. It's brown eyes stares into mine before it's body was on the ground with Harry's teeth sunk into it. I slowly saw the life disappear out of its eyes as Harry started tearing through its body. Let the feeding frenzy begin.

The taste of flesh entered my mouth as it's warmth traveled down my throat and into my stomach.

I slowly felt my body regain it's strength, I glanced over to Harry to see his eyes no longer black but his normal green.

He started to try and drag the body away from me but I let out a low growl. "Calm down Ni just playing" his voice was strong in my mind. Werewolves use telepathy as one of their ways to communicate, In human form we can use telepathy too, it's a great way to make fun of people.

After we finished eating I felt tired. I was now just walking through the somewhat forest trying to stay out of sight. I could smell the salty air as I continued to walk forward. I continued to walk in that direction until I came upon a cliff that over looked the ocean.

The waves washed up onto the shore as they got sucked back in the sea and to my left I could see L.A . Harry came beside me as he overlooked the ocean and the city.