Chapter 14

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A/N~ Okay, real quick. Thank you, whoever you are, for reading No Matter What You Do, Stick with the Pack. You are a huge help in my effort to to get published someday. After this goes through some Beta readers and editing, I am going to offer it as a free ebook on Smashwords, so if it's not to much trouble please give me your honest feedback, tell me what you want in this story. After you're done, visit http://beccalathorn.weebly.com/thank-you-with-your-help-with-stick-with-the-pack.html to get a treat from yours truly! Again, thank you for your help! 

~Becca.

            I was submerged in a world of chaos. Everywhere around me, lights and sights that passed by me so fast I couldn’t process they were there. Sounds that rang in my ears that I couldn’t understand. Smells that choked me. And it blinked hazily before me, just a quick flash and then it’s gone. And I felt completely and utterly alone, just a hollow pant to grasp onto life. And again, again, again. But who am I? What’s happening to me? What are these white shapes that huddle over me, making the noise? They tickled my skin and danced around me. I wanted reach out and grasp one of them, but I didn’t have arms. I didn’t have anything but breath, a spirit of the ether. All that I am allowed are these flashing images. And while I am nothing but breath, I am joined by three wolves. One in the form of a human, one in the form of a beast, and one a perfect synthesis of both. They pulled me into a loving embrace and I felt whole, loved, wanted. They were me, I was them. They had come to take me to the promised place, to go back to where Lycan was waiting. And the four of us would live there with him for the rest of the days life had.

            But then the white shapes ripped something out of me, and I was sucked back into the abyss.

            On the forest floor, I struggled passed the pain. Something in me was broken and putting itself back together, slowly and painfully. Parts of my life, the memories that were coming back to me, were fragmented. And as I looked down I watched as fur and skin combined, my torso was human but my limbs were wolf, and the fur climbed up to my chest ever so slowly. And when it hit my spine I felt it crack, all the way down, breaking me. I couldn’t breathe, my lungs crushed under the rubble of my broken bones, my heart faintly beating. And as it shot up my spine it reach my head, I felt pressure like I had never know. It’s as if someone had taken my skull and crushed it between too buildings. And I felt, lame with pain, as my body carefully reconstructed itself. Everything started to sharpen, cutting into me. There was no fire in these veins to give the change energy, it was just simply breaking me apart and breaking me some more. But when it ended, leaving a phantom of an ache, it all came back to me. I wasn’t human, I wasn’t wolf. I was both, I had spent days with people and nights in the woods. I had…I had killed and sang and traveled by foot and paw. That was what I had done, that was who I was.

            Coming back to life was hard. I woke up with a dry mouth, feeling empty, strapped to a hospital bed in a room that smelled sharply of sterile cleaners. A monitor beeped a staccato beat. The only movement I could make was lolling my head left and right. So I rolled left and there was a window, curtains open, giving me a fantastic view of the moon which was nearly full, ebbed away at the edges from the night before. The night before…

            Damn it! God damn it all! That was great, my family knew for sure now. Real great. And Hector, he was bitten coming back to save me. And it wasn’t even a proper bite, he could very well be dead. I should be dead. How did I not die? The monitors beep started to pick up, alerting a nearby nurses station I was awake. I rolled my head to the right and saw the lobby, cramped with people I knew. Count ‘em, Nathan Scuff Mom Dad Jack Jeff Derek and Oddy. They were all wearing anxious expressions, none of them speaking. A nurse in purple scrubs subtly came in and smiled warmly.

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