The Monsters(boyxboy)

Wild

I woke up surrounded by people yelling. Their voices suffocated me, each sound like nails on a chalkboard. My body ached from my head to my toes, but that was starting to become a regular thing for me. My eyes that were once cloudy focused on the scene unfolding.

Matty's face was twisted with anger as he screamed at Giovanni. He was screaming about how it was his fault for something.

Everything hit me like a tsunami. The waves had slammed into my body, drowning me with the pain and sadness. It filled my lungs, never allowing me the breathe.

I sat up from the glass littered floor and tears just started to pour from my eyes. My chest heaved up and down as I looked around. I felt like no air reached my lungs.

Everything was in pieces. The large wooden table splintered into many pieces and was sprawled across the room. Every single glass cabinet either no longer had the glass panes, or had jagged edges of what survived the fight. Even the tub that we were using was dented in the middle making it looks like a 'c'.

Then I saw the blood. A large, deep red, almost black pool of it and I knew where it came from.

"Oh my god. This can't— I can't— no, no, no, no," I cried out, pulling on my hair.

I felt a hand on my back. "Thank god you're okay," Winter all but whispered before giving me a hand. I stood up and it was like everything intensified by one hundred percent when I saw Maverick. They had moved him to the only standing table left. I walked over and touched his hand. He was pale and colder than ice. His once full of life body was limp with nothingness. The light was gone from his sea colored eyes of which he was named after.

I set my hand on his face closing his eyelids. "I'm so sorry Mav. You deserved better. You deserved so much better. I don't know what to do without you." I was holding his lifeless hand in mine pressed against my forehead when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Arian I'm so—" I shot up from my kneeling position. Giovanni.

"You."

I charged at him walking full speed while pushing him backward into a wall. I pressed my arm tightly across his neck pinning him.

"You fucking did this! Maverick is dead! He's fucking dead because you couldn't keep your past shit out of our lives. I should fucking kill you! We already had enough to deal with as is, but at least we were all alive! Somehow even the hunters got dragged into this, and all because of you. You piece of shit who ran from his problems because he couldn't fucking handle them. Well look what that did! It fucked up my friends, my pack. At least they were all alive before and now Maverick is dead!" He looked at me with fear in his eyes. I could feel my claws coming out. I heard my name being called.

"It wasn't my fault, I-I didn't mean t—" I picked his body up by his shirt then slammed him onto the ground growling.

"I gonna fucking kill you." I punched him, or clawed him, I don't really remember. He was screamed out in pain, but before I could do any more damage I was pulled off.

"I really don't want to see someone else's dead body tonight. Please just stop," Aaron pleaded with pain in his eyes. I picked Giovanni up from the floor slamming him against the wall yet again. I leaned in so close our noses were almost touching.

"If you even step foot near me, if I even see or hear you I am going to end your life, and Aaron won't be there to stop me, do you hear me? Stay the fuck away from my pack!" I was shaking. My voice was so low and dark, I barely even recognized it myself.

I was never this dark. I felt as if someone coated me with evil. Never have I wanted to kill someone more than right now. Even though I decided to let Giovanni go, I still felt like— knew— I was going to kill him. I don't know if it was the demon or because I had just lost someone from my pack, but all I could think about was maiming him. I tried my hardest not to give in. But when Giovanni laughed bitterly in my face all of the power I was putting into not fucking him up was drained.

Maybe the look on my face changed to one of a murderous psychopath, or maybe they felt my energy change, but Aurora and Matty walked closer and I could feel winter nearing cautiously.

"You're going to kill me? You couldn't even kill a hunter if you tried. You're a weak alpha. It's crazy that you've even managed to make a pack out of these half assed supernatural teens and you think you can kill me, a hybrid? It's not my fault Maverick died, it's yours. You were too weak to protect your pack," he growled out. His mood completely shifted from apologetic to over confident prick in less than a minute. Sadly, that was all it took. Insult me? Sure, but insult my pack and that's it.

I was almost one hundred percent sure my eyes turned red as I transformed in a split second, but it felt different—weird. I wasn't full on wolf but I was damn close. Then I was clawing. Everything happened so fast that I barely remember anything. There were gushes of thick red liquid, bones snapping and screams. My name was yelled and people tried to pull me off, but I was set on ending him.

I didn't kill people. That was one of my rules. Sure, I hurt and maybe even seriously injured people on a few occasions, but I've never killed anyone. Even though I was a werewolf I still had an abnormally large amount of humanity for someone like me. So, for me to have done that wasn't at all normal.

I clawed and punched until there was blood splattered all over me; on my face and clothes. That's when I finally stopped myself. I stood up and my claws were covered in so much of Giovanni's blood that it dripped off. Giovanni was on the floor gurgling. That was when I ran out the house close to fully transforming.