Celestial Wulf Chronicles: Trapped

Chapter -40- Return Guardian Return

Alina/Clementina who previously remained on the porch watching. Looks to Tito now "He needs me Tito. It is my duty" Tito nods kissing her forehead "vete mi amor (go my love). Bring our luna home." Stepping off the porch, Alina approaches from behind the pack surrounding me, she addresses them. Her voice transforms from gentle soft-spoken Alina. To one of the powerful Luna she was. Strong authoritative, power. "Everyone returns the cabin" The pack opens a path for her and begin to start halfway back to the cabin but stop. They will remain close to both their Lunas. She interrupts Reuben "Please Alpha allow me. For this is my true purpose. I am thee destined celestial wulf caretaker of my cousin & father, our Luna. Aside from yours, my ability can withstand and absorb what he will unleash."

Slightly surprised, Reuben, who had decided to come back to stand in front of me instead of at a distance, moves only to one side. He will not leave. Alina places both my hand on her when mentally, she begins wulf speaking to me "Do you trust me?" Her body language continues changing from the gentle, easygoing pup I raised, to one wielding profound power. At this moment, Alina displays WHY she had become Luna ... and I trust her "always". Her voice further transforms deepening to a level of power unrivaled "Then listen to my words from your soul. Close your eyes, listen to what I must say. Primo (cousin) you are the strongest person I know" she speaks to me; I feel the power and authority from her words holding conviction.

Above us, rumbling thunderous grey clouds had begun developing. For some reason, I become uncomfortable sensing Alina's & her wulf Clementina's will pressing on me. She continues speaking to me and I realize "SHE IS trying to force me to submit to her". Within me it stirs, with irritation. A resisting force. I feel coming from me, but it is not me. Yet somehow, it feels familiar. I can feel strengthening counter resistance expand, coursing through my being, a power bothered by her wulf spoken voice attempting to suppress me, bending me to her will. To dominate me.

The clouds converge above. Forming a single darkening mass of power and intensity. Morning daylight fades, turning darkening evening beneath the smoke black cotton cushion which continues thickening. All the while spreading itself outwards reaching the size of a football field. A previous summer breeze turns growing forceful wind joining the cloud formation. Years of old massive Chestnut trees abundant in this region. Begin swaying to bend further and further beneath the weight of gradually increasing force. Seeing this, Carmen begins a relentless weaving of her most powerful barrier spells layering them above the cabin. Reducing the barriers size, concentrating their protective force to encase just the cabin and the supernatural spectators within.

All the while, Alina's voice continues to deepen, strengthening in its willpower. I feel it on me, her invisible will become weights on me, seeking to suppress my own. "You may not have your memories. But yours is the will of lightning. Swift, powerful, ferocious, a force without equal." A lightning bolt goes on the attack, descending from the heavens, it strikes the water as four others join it, striking the four cardinal points around the shrinking barrier.

The ground beneath us rumbles upwards. A movement, large, wormlike is briefly seen moving. All the while, Alina's voice continues deepening, pushing me downwards. Its invisible authoritative force on me, commands me to submit, to give into her will, to be dominated.

A feral force awakens fully within me. With this beast Alina's luna will collides with another who calls to me its voice at first a whisper from within my mind "Call to meee. Reeleeease me. '' it gaining force growing angry. His hushed tone strengthens speaking with more affirmation "I am your devoted protector. I am you and me. Those who dare subjugate you will answer to me. Call me" Feeling this surge resisting, its tone a rumble of an angry beast seeking freedom, but he is not alone.

Fourteen years of buried anger from my mental zombie state have taken its toll, and now, inch by fucking inch. It begins to rise. Air entering my lungs deepen with every inhalation. And yet, it is not enough. "For fourteen years I lived as shadow amongst people I once knew and called friends." Like a revving motor, a snarl in my throat builds. My anger sears throughout every fiber of my being. matching that of the inner isolation now surfacing. Recalling what these fourteen years have been to me. Everything miserable thought and experience.