Spirit of the Wolf

Chapter 24: Loretta

Loretta's POV

Our fur was no longer the once, untouched, beautiful snow white, but was now tainted with the forbidding scream of crimson red. Matted with dirt and blood of the ones who dared to challenge us. That feeling, the feeling deep down in my heart was now revealed, no longer hidden, but is surfaced unto the unknown.

Today I am no innocent person, well I was never even to be a 'person' in the first place, but a beast. A darker, more relentless side of me has been revealed tonight, one side of me that will never be forgotten, a side that I never knew I had.

Red was the color I saw. Different shades of red, the light was red, the shadows were red and unforgiving. Anger coursed through my body. No, not anger anymore, my anger, our anger turned into power, it was turning into power, fueling it to the brink of exploding.

I do not know why I was feeling this way. Maybe it was all the hurt I have felt? Maybe its because of not knowing who I really was? Or maybe it was, no, is because of me finding out what, and why this is all happening to me, feeling that burning of wanting to find out what is causing this, what my father did, what he is, what his reasonings are for. Yes that is why I am feeling this. That is the correct awnser to the question that I have been unknowingly been asking myself.

I felt like my soul was burning with the spark of lightning, like I could burn my enemies to ashes. Make the Earth swallow them hole, drown them in an endless sea of water. To force the air out of their lungs, and prevent any more of this precious air to enter once again. I felt, free...

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The battle raged on. How Lisa knew to fight, I knew not, yet I did not care to know, for I had a feeling she would tell me in her own time, so I would not ask unless the day comes when she seems ready to explain. I knew Lisa had her reasons and I respect that in an understanding way that I do not know how to explain just yet. I knew something was going on with her, at her own house, between her and her mother. But I did not push her, because I know that I will end this.

I suddenly felt a needle sharp pain in my left shoulder, my body slowly went numb, all sence of feeling to my body disappeared, and I stumbled to the ground. I did not know if Lisa is still on me or not. My ears started to ring. I felt darkness closing in on me. Before everything went, I looked up to someone I never thought I would see here and now, holding a dart gun in his right hand, under a crooked, twisted, oak tree.

"Benny, you traitorous bast..." and then, every thing was consumed by darkness.

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I awoke in a dimly lighted room, that seemed more like of a cell, with a foul, moldy, rotting stench almost posioning my sensitive nose. As I took my in surroundings, there was a large iron door with one small window at the center, midway to the top of it. The walls smelled of mold, and moss  filled in the crevices of the crumbling walls. As I tryed to get up, I stopped in a sitting position, examining what was newly put on me. There, glimmering silver cuffs with a foot long silver chain, were fitted semi loosely around my wrists.

'I wonder why they used silver' I asked my self, not really caring for an answer. I got up from the old, flimsy mattress on the floor and walked over to the large, iron door. I arched my feet, and went onto my toes so I could get a better look through the small window. Just as I did so, I heard heavy footsteps coming this way. I stepped back a few strides just before the slightly fogged window opened, revealing a young man that has seen a few fights.

"Ah, I see that you're awake." He said smugly.

"So, why the hell am I here? What is this place?" I say completely ignoring his comment as I walk around, re-examining my "room".

"Well, you are here to pay for your sinister crimes." He said reluctantly.

"Huh, and what may those crimes be?" I pried, wanting to get as many answers as possible in this rotting cell.

"Well the ones your father committed of course!" He said in a "duh" tone. This answer peeked my interest.

"My father?" I asked walking closer to the door. "You know my father? What did he do?"

"No, not personally. I was told that he is a wicked beast that should die for his sins." He answered, forgetting his job.

"Is that so. What does his "sins" have to do with me, and who told you this in the first place?" I asked calmly, my fingers on the "window sill", the silver chains jingled as the cuffs clanked against the iron door. I locked eyes with him, intensely starring him down, challenging him. He seemed to pause, goosebumps crawled across his skin, causing him to shiver.

The young man quickly lowered his gaze, unknowingly showing submission to me. A small smirk made its way to my lips, not going unnoticed by the person behind the door. Realizing his mistake, he took a small step back.

"Look kid..."

"Who are you calling a kid? Your no much older than sixteen!" I snapped lightly. He flinched, then cursed under his breath.

"That's what happens when you show submission! Even with humans!" I smiled, victory gleaming in my eyes.

"Look, uh, I'm just here to see how you were doing, and to give you your food." He said avoiding my gaze. As he disappeared for a second under the small opening, I heard him pick up something like a tray. As he reappeared, he slid the tray in through the window. On the tray, there was a plastic bowl with a small amount of a grayish slump that I was not very excited in eating. Next to the slump was a glass of water. I looked at the tray, then looked back up at him with a raised eyebrow. He sighed and looked at me with tired eyes.

"It's what I was told to give you. I'm just following orders." He said not wanting to start anything that could get me mad. I sighed and decided not to lash out. I guess someone told him about werewolves and their food. We love our food, and we eat a lot of it. He could tell that I was not pleased with the amount, and the looks. I grabbed the tray from him and set it aside.

"So, you never told me, what's your name?" I asked before I lashed out at him over food.

"You sure do change the subject a lot." He replied, avoiding my question.

"Don't ignore my question!" I growled out through clenched teeth. He flinched, and cursed under his breath again.

"Fine, well my name is Chase." He replied reluctantly. I smiled pleased.

"Well then, nice meeting ya. I'm assuming you already know my name." Chase nodded and glanced at his watch and and cursed.

"I got to go, or else I'll be in trouble with the boss. I be here in an hour to pick up the tray." He said closing the window and scrambling off.

"Bye" I said suddenly getting board. I sat down next to the tray and eyed the slump. I took a deep breath and took a bite. I spit it out of my mouth instantly, it tasted as bad as it looked. I don't even want to describe it. I quickly grabbed for the water and washed out the revolting taste. I stopped and looked at my reflection on the tray.

"What the?"

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Yes I'm a little bitch for not updating in forever, no need to tell me I already know. Well here's the update you have been waiting for! I also hope you guys like the new cover! Hope you enjoyed!

~horselover

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