SORRY for the eight day wait, my laptop had to be reset and I ended up having to buy a usb to re-download and program my computer again because it had a glitch. :I
ALSO A QUICK HISTORY LESSON THIS CHAPTER!!
The pain hit like how you fall asleep, slowly... but then all at once. It began by spreading through my fingers and toes, limb to limb. Not really painful, but uncomfortable.
The sensation was one of those things that can't be put into words. However, suddenly my entire body was on fire. The bonds that I had with each of the pups spread through me and ignited flames wherever anything touched. The blanket, the grass beneath me, even my hair intensified the pain times one thousand. It felt like my first shift all over again. Air whooshing past me added more power behind the flames, and it rolled me on my back faster than the blink of an eye.
When the pain slowly began to fade, the sound of children crying engulfed me. Instead of pups lying beside me there sat two children, both with similar features. I was surprised, very surprised that the appeal even worked.
When I fed my blood to both pups, the pack cried out to the moon goddess. Begged her to let us live, to save her children.
Lycanthropy began with regular wolves whom the moon goddess blessed with her powers. Those given the body of a human were more capable of understanding one another, forming larger packs among us. Therefor, it was possible for another werewolf to be created, rather than born. If a human were to be bitten and not fed blood by their sire, or creator, the human would either die or painfully become a wolf and human hybrid incapable of thoughts or emotions. Thus is the way of Lycan.
"Cara, can you hear me?" The doctor was in front of me, snapping his fingers in my face. I growled a warning at him and turned to my pups.
One was a boy, one a girl. Both had blonde hair and red eyes. It wasn't unusual for those turned to have remarkable features. These two were no exception. It already knew each of their names, I was their sire and there for it was my responsibility to take care of them from now on.
The boy was Alek, man's defender, and warrior. The girl is Arya, noble and true.
And they were now mine. Bother were around 7 years in age. Mainly because when wolves their bodies had aged more severely. Most people thought that werewolves were born from humans, but that is not true.
"You do know what this means Cara?" Questioned Nicklaus.
And that's when it hit me. If I had a connection like this with them, surely Nicklaus felt it. And if Nicklaus felt it, then Cole had to. And he might have been able to track my location from this. Oh boy!
We dressed the two into proper clothing, which was rather difficult because of their lack of regular human behavior and not wanting to detach themselves from me. Especially the bathing part. Eventually we had them laid down and the sun was slowly going down.
Today was long and I was tired, unfortunately Nicklaus didn't get the memo.
"Cara, may I talk to you for a moment" Nicklaus asked, popping out of no where and grabbing my sleeve. Growling at him, I showed my fangs and surged forward. He followed after me of course.
"Will you give me a moment to explain. It's not like I always go about kissing girls in my spare time. Why are you so upset with me anyways?" Nicklaus shouted, grabbing my upper arm once again. This time I spun around and my hand 'accidentally' smacked him right across the face.
"I'm not mad." I responded nonchalantly, turning about and proceeding to my room.
"Clearly." Nicklaus gaped, still pursuing me albeit this time rubbing his reddened cheek.
"Bug off imbecile. I'm busy." I sighed, finally reaching my hall.
"Look just shut up and listen to what I have to-"
And then I literally and figuratively slammed the door in his face. I didn't even bothering crying I was so exhausted. I was currently done with men and their falsified truths.
I collapsed on the bed, being sung a lullaby with the sweet sound of Nicklaus's screams.
Then next morning, or actually afternoon because clearly the alarm clock said 2 P.M, I awoke to a ball of fur curled up on my face. The twins, at some point in time last night had apparently crawled in bed with me. I smiled at Alec's adorable wolf form, and slowly pushed him off of me.
Arya was curled on my feet, her tongue lulled out and drool coating my furry socks. I grimaced with disgust and got up with a yawn. Heading towards the bathroom I spontaneously managed to pull my socks off on the way. I turned the cold water up full blast and put a stopper in my large shower and tub. I stripped off all my clothes, then pulled my medium length brown hair into a pony. Sinking into the tub made all of my muscles instantly relax, sending shivers through my body. You may think it's a little weird for me to be enjoying a cold bath, but werewolves have naturally warm bodies. So we tend to stick to a cold shower and bath routine.
I don't really have to mention this but I feel I should because I was extremely hungry at the moment. So I will anyways. Werewolves actually don't have a higher metabolism then most mammals. It's actually quite slow. We also can go weeks or up to a month on one carcass or meal. This is typically due to the fact that northern wolves must go long periods of time surviving on this same exact diet, and they must use their fat to keep them warm in the winter.
Pushing my thoughts aside, I sat in the water for about fifteen minutes just relaxing before I let the water out. After letting the tub out, I turned the shower on and lathered myself toe to neck with my favorite red apple body wash. Once I was content I was fully clean, I washed off and frowned at my leg hairs. Female werewolves also grow hair a lot faster than human girls. So we have to shave 3-4 times a week at the minimum.
After I was done with my shampooing and conditioning, I turned the water off and wrapped a fluffy bath robe around my body. Quickly brushing my teeth, I grabbed the hair dryer from under my cabinet and walked through the door to grab my makeup case.
I stopped dead in my tracks, the hair dryer falling to the ground with a loud clang. My eyes widened and my jaw became unhinged when I saw the mess my room was in.
Ripped pillows and cotton cluttered the flooring, my bedding was in shreds, and the door was broken off its hinges.
Even more unsettling was the fact that both the twins were MIA...
Missing In Action.
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I feel like I finally got my groove back with this story after being in a funk for so long.
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