CHAPTER 4
The pain that emitted from my shoulder was like anything I had ever felt. No punch, kick, nor slice could prepare me for the feeling of engraved teeth ripping my throat open, carving themselves so deeply I was sure they hit bone.
The scream which left my lips seconds before had ended, only to be replaced with my whimpers. The agony was so sufficient I could have sworn I would have passed out at any given moment.
But as luck seemed to always have it, that didn't happen. I stayed awake, living and breathing through every torturous filled second. The pain never dimmed, nor lessened. His canines seemed to be permanently attached to my shoulder, sinking deeper to allow the full length of his teeth to sink in.
What felt like hours had only been seconds, and when his teeth finally did leave my body, I unintentionally slumped against him from the weaken state it left me in.
Through half-lidded eyes I could see the blood-my blood-dripping down his lips onto his chin, tainting his unblemished skin in the process.
Some part of me, some sick deranged part of me, seemed to think it looked good-sexy-on him. His tongue licked away at the remaining blood.
His face was livid. His eyes were so dark they were unrecognizable, his teeth stayed vicious with abnormal canines possessing his mouth.
His arms instantly secured themselves around my body, supporting my weight with his strong hands. I briefly acknowledged the feeling of being picked up and set on the bed I had woken in.
The pain was still there, carved so deep I knew it would leave a mark.
With the last of my strength I starred at the stranger in front of me, eyes dropping by the second. I swallowed and rasped, "You're a monster."
Pain consumed by body, taking my consciousness with it.
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I was being chased. That I was sure of, by whom was the question. The trees surrounding my frail body narrower closer, allowing me to trip and cut my bare feet on the forest floor. I pumped my legs, and yet that didn't seem fast enough, I opened my mouth to scream, and yet nothing came out. A menacing laugh filled the quiet air; mocking.
Soon growls erupted all around me; vicious and threatening. Teeth snapped at my ankles, snarls filled my ears, my heart pumped a dangerous rhythm. My feet began to ache, losing their strength and speed.
"You can hide from me, Skylar," The voice filled the eerie air once again. "But you will never get away."
The way the unknown voice held the slightest growl at the end had me halting to a brief stop.
I knew that voice. That voice tortured me, mocked me, that voice was the reason I was like this; a broken shell.
That voice was my Uncle.
The feeling of claws nipping my ankle sent me into a sprint once again. The full moon shone brightly in the baffling sky, sending dark shadows across the woods. Claws pounced on my back, sending me tumbling to the muddy floor, I turned my head to see the monster. The creature that bared it's teeth towards me looked very similar to the wolves that had taken me hostage. The only difference was the fact that this one held the most unforgettable eyes. They screamed danger, the yellow in them glowing brightly in the dark. It wasn't even a second before his snapping teeth took over my view.
I woke up from the dream sweating. My eyebrows knitted together thinking about the dream, why had it felt so lifelike? I moved my feet to get up, only to stop when my ankle stung in protest. Moving the sheets out of the way I gasped at the sight that lay before me. At the end of my ankle a deep gash engraved itself , blood fresh from the stinging wound, three long lines reflecting claws.
Just like my dream.
I didn't have to long to ponder on the fact when realization hit me that my ankle was the only thing in pain. My hands immediately seized the spot I was bitten; where shoulder met neck. My hand gently skimmed the area and I was welcomed with not an ounce of pain. Tingles shot through the area, yet they were not painful, almost enjoyable. I was even more puzzled about that.
Getting up to look at the wound in front of a mirror I noticed another thing. I was not in my towel anymore, but a long black t-shirt, three sizes too big, and huge sweatpants I had to hold up.
Who had changed me?
Who had seen my scars? My bruises, my battered body?
To curious about the tingling I felt I made my way to the washroom. In the sunlight I observed the new asset to my skin by starring into my reflection. I was more than surprised to see no signs of the painful trauma I had suffered just hours before. Instead carved deep into my skin were four up risen marks, as if I had been bitten years ago. Excepts the scars I had were somehow different, they weren't raw and torn like a normal animal bite would be, but tantalizing and simple-portraying an almost beautiful delicacy upon my body.
When I gently glided my fingers over the attractive spot I was once again filled with almost pleasurable shocks, filling my whole body with the feeling. As I was exploring this new scar I was reminded with how I had gotten it.
Brutally and unwilling. The mysterious man had me thinking of so many questions that needed to be answered.
How can he structure himself into a giant wolf-like creature? Was he planning on killing me, finally ending my life? What about this weird mark? What did it mean? Why hasn't he let me go? Was he more of a monster than my uncle?
Question after question flooded my mind, demanding answers. So, for once in my life, I decided to listen to that small voice in the back of my head, ignoring the bigger part of me screaming that I would soon be hurt. Reminding myself how my uncle wasn't there. I made my way towards the door, opening it to reveal a long and giant hallway.
I was astonished to see multiple people walking through the halls far away from me. Stepping out fully into the hallway, I went right, where all the others were. Closing the door I made my way. Many people-all people- starred at me, some smiled, others looked interested at the small figure roaming the area. I didn't say a word, nor do anything in return.
I roamed the hallway for a very long time, somehow managing to get lost in the twist and turns of the house. I had traveled down stairs, roamed around the unfamilair area some more, and then when I turned a corner I stopped dead in my tracks. My mouth parted as I looked around in front of me. This hallway was lined with multiple doors, almost mirroring a dorm, room upon room encased the house.
How many people lived here?
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The Mark of an Alpha
Werewolf" I believe everyone has a fate. Why are you are stopping yours?" He sighed, his full lips enhancing with the movement. Then he spoke. "My fate shouldn't be with you." "But it is." Skylar Evans has only known pain. Growing up with an abusive Uncle...
