“What do you do when you get angry?”
“Take deep breaths and count to ten before I tear you to shreds for locking me up in this fucking barn!” He’d had me locked in here with him for a week and sometimes I felt like I was being unfair to him- he was being extremely patient and hadn’t snapped at me once, while other times I just wanted to rip him a new one.
He completely ignored my jibe, choosing instead to order me around. “Two hundred pushups- exercise is the best way to channel your anger.”
I growled at him but got onto the ground and did them as quickly as possible my anger slowly draining as my arms began aching at the hundred and fifth. I lay on the ground after two hundred- what had my life come to? I was a rabid animal who flew into a rage at any little thing, argued with the man who was trying desperately to help me and had no control over the thing in my head.
With a growl I stood, walking over to the barn wall as I laid into it with my fists. By the time my anger- both at the situation and myself, died down there was a gaping hole in the barn wall and my fists were covered in blood with splinters sticking out of my hand. I kept my back to Yiannis as I silently picked out the massive splinters.
Warmth filled my body as he took my hand in his, pulling out the rest of the splinters more gentle than I’d been. Once it was done and my skin began closing over, he wrapped his arms around my sweaty body and rested his chin on the top of my head. “It’ll get better Ev.” It wouldn’t; I could feel it, a sickness of the mind that drove wolves mad, it was slowly spreading. The one who’d bitten me had been mad- he’d passed it on to me. I didn’t want to tell him though because even when I was snapping and growling at him, he just looked happy to be around me; no one had ever looked at me the way he looks at me and I know it’s not love but I guess I do have feelings for him and that’s what scared me the most. “Let’s go for a run.”
“But isn’t that dangerous? What if I shift and hurt someone? What if I hurt you?” I hated the idea of changing into a wolf; it scared me to no end because I had no control over my body when I did.
He smiled and walked over to the massive barn door, sliding it open with ease. “There’s no one around for miles and I am over five hundred years old, I was a beta of the most fearsome pack in the world and I have fought in countless wars- trust me, I’ll be fine.” I guess it was his funeral; I really didn’t like hurting him though.
We walked away from the barn, crossing through paddocks until we reached thick forest at the base of a hill. Yiannis pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the side before reaching for the waist of his pants. I turned away as I heard that hit the ground as well.
“Evan you need to take your clothes off otherwise they’ll be shredded- and it’s a long walk back.” I sighed and pulled my shirt over my head, my pants following- I refused to remove my underwear though. “Now let your wolf out, let her take control and think about your body changing, contorting into your wolf.” I tried to do as he said but I was scared- the thing in my head, she was a monster and if she got control she would tear me apart. It was worse than usual though, spurred on by his words she ripped out of my head. I fell to my knees as my bones cracked, pain tearing through me.
The pain was worse than my first shift, this time though it was quicker. My screams and whimpers turned into savage howls and growls as my body contorted, fur sprouting from my skin. The moment I stood on all fours I leapt towards a warm body behind me. I desired to sink my teeth deep into their flesh, taste their blood, rip them apart. Red clouded my vision as I growled, stalking my prey.
I tensed to lunge but suddenly sharp teeth wrapped around my neck and a massive body pushed me to the ground. I snapped at their leg but missed as their teeth sank deeper, their body pushing down on mine. The sheer power that they were radiating made her retreat with a whine and slowly the haze began to clear. I was pressed underneath a massive body, pain radiating from my neck. I let out a low, pitiful whine and almost immediately they released me, though they kept me pressed to the ground.
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The Rogue Mate
WerewolfAfter the murder of my uncle and three ranch hands, I was arrested for a crime I didn't commit and tossed into prison for first degree murder. I expected to live out my life sentence, filled with violence and uncertainty. But when my circumstances...