Mine

26 - The Note

"KELLIE!" I screamed over the growls and snarls that surrounded me. I saw my sister defending a young pack wolf across the other side of the field. Kellie had shifted into her black and white wolf and was snarling protectively. She'd shifted when I left for the Cloud Kingdom. The wolf she was protecting was small and fragile with grey fur.

A rogue lunged toward my sister and ripped away the fur from her beautiful pelt. I growled angrily and shifted into my black and red wolf, mid air. Kellie fought back, digging her sharp claws into the rogues back. I cringed momentarily as the rogue screeched with pain and more fury. I heard my paws thud along the ground as I neared my twin.

Before I could get to her, a large muddy rogue leapt up onto my back and clamped its claws into my neck. I howled, clearly shocked and tried to pry the rogue off of me. But the rogue refused to dismount my aching back. Having travelled 2 days straight with no sleep isn't helping my energy at this moment in time.

We'd just got back. By we, I mean the patrol. I didn't expect to be welcomed home to a small fight, my sister already shifted to a werewolf and no food to be seen. It was like a nightmare. Well, apart from the fact that my sister shifted, that was cool. I'm happy for her but right now, I should probably focus on the rogue that's about to kill me.

I rolled over, squashing the rogue with no other option to escape his grip. The rogue whined beneath me and I felt his claws release my now exposed flesh. Well, that's gonna hurt tomorrow. I didn't give the rogue another chance as I span round to face him, my red eyes boring into his timid figure. I licked my lips devilishly and pounced forward, sinking them into his neck then twisting it effortlessly.

I know. I can be a violent girl. Never would I ever had seen myself as a murderer when I was just a human girl with a crazy obsession and a fantasy dream. Yet here I am, only weeks into my new life and I've already killed. Sometimes I can't help but ask myself if they really deserved it. I mean, killing them is just sinking to their level, right? I can't help but feel bad. I guess I'm just the type who believes in second chances, because I know I'd want one.

Now I could see Kellie pinned underneath the right rogue, her paws battering around, trying to tear the rogues face. I galloped towards her; I felt so much more protective because she hasn't had any training yet as far as I know. I charge into the rogue, knocking him off of her then I watch him wheeze. I've knocked the breath from him. This gives me a head start. I roll onto the rogue and pin my paws either side of his face.

Fear comes off in large tidal waves as I give him an ear piercing snarl in fury. I almost feel bad as I carelessly bit straight through his flesh and into his neck. Power rolls off me as I feel flames bubble inside of me. I ignite the fire and I stare around me, pinpointing rogues. I realise fireballs at the rogues and feel the heat warm my cold fur.

Red, yellow and orange sparks flicker onto the rogues, they howl in pain as they slowly burn, the fire eating at their skin. Kellie gave me a timid look. Like I scared her. I looked down shamefully. I shouldn't use my powers on those who were weak. It was meant for John and the sorcerer. Nobody else. Kellie took a small step back and I cringed at the cold look she was giving me.

Our Dad barked out the silence that rang across the stretch of grass and his eyes shone a magnificent blue as water sprayed from his paws and quenched the flames. The rogues weren't in pain anymore, the fire was gone and the water tried washing off the wounds I had created. Each rogue showed mercy which made the guilt trip I was having expand. Our Dad accepted their submittance even though he wasn't an Alpha any more.

Guilt kept pestering my feelings and I couldn't stand to see the wounds I'd made on their pelts. No matter how bad whatever they did was, they never deserved this. I'm even starting to wonder weather John deserves this. If only my powers weren't as evil as Dads. Maybe things could be different. I felt the hate for my element at this moment. Why did I have to have something to dangerous? Unstoppable.