Beware The Wolf Inside

Chapter 11

Crash!

I nearly jumped out of my own skin as I heard a loud shattering sound across the bedroom. With werewolf hearing, the sound hit my ear drums as if it would've been right above where my head lay rested on the pillow.

Ears ringing, I barely had a few seconds to rub the sleep from my eyes and stumble from the bed before all the air was knocked from my body. My breathing was cut off for a few seconds as I fell to the ground and tried to breathe once more. My lungs ached as I heaved harshly in a vain attempt to gather my breathing.

Once I filled my lungs as much I could, I stood from the floor I had been knocked over to and let my eyes adjust to the darkness. Nothing. I saw absolutely nothing.

"Amelia?" I called out.

She was the first thought on my mind as I brought my eyes over to the bed and found she wasn't where she had fallen asleep.

"Amelia!" I hissed in a low tone, growing worried and anxious.

Bang!

Again, I felt the harshness of another body crash against mine. This time from the back, I flipped over my own two legs and crash landed on my back. I did a better job of sucking in slow breaths to keep my breathing steady. When I finally gathered my thoughts and stepped up to my feet, I readied myself. I was more than ready for whatever or whoever it was trying to hurt me.

"Where are you, coward!" I screamed.

I could finally hear the screeching sound of claws against the wooden floor racing towards me from the corner of the bedroom. I positioned myself to face away from the unidentified creature and awaited for the treacherous clawing sounds to grapple closer towards me. Once they were within arms reaching distance of my body, I pushed myself from the ground and toppled over the beast. It thrashed and growled at me, a warning known by many werewolves: I'll kill you.

This warning growl only forced me to keep a choking grip on the beast until it calmed down enough for me to handle the situation. The animal thrashed around recklessly; it flipped over a few times, causing my head and back to bang against the flooring. And although I could feel the bruises starting to arise over my skin, I continued to hold my grip until something happened.

Finally, after what seemed like forever of riding the crazy animal, my cousins came bursting through the doors and helped me. Two controlled the beast, barely, while another helped me get to my feet.

I forgot about the pain for a while as I adjusted my eyes once more to the change in lighting once my parents rushed to the room. It didn't take long for my brother, John and my aunt to enter the room after the commotion started.

"What the hell is this?" My brother asked, earning looks of disapproval from the rest of my family. They all felt we were too "high class" to say such provocative words.

"I don't know, but it sure tried to attack me, and ruined things in my room." I replied.

We each looked at the beast. An ugly whistled mane of hair rested over it's body and the gruesome scent of it's mouth smelled of rotting blood and human intestine. It would've made me arch over in disgust if I wouldn't have been accustomed to the smell from the night hunting we would do with animals in the woods. Although my family and I were civilized and could fill easily on normal humanized food, our wolves still needed to stalk and hunt prey, in case of any struggle we found ourselves within wolf form.

I scrunched my nose at the beast while it steadily tried to free itself from the grip of my cousins.

"I've never seen this before.." My father whispered, his face bunched in confusion.

Everyone stopped when he spoke, except for the beast. This wasn't normal. Everyone apart of the supernatural world knew their place and knew to be silent when a higher class would speak.

I sucked in a breath, thinking now of my Amelia, thankful the beast wasn't her as it looked up with deep brown eyes. My Amelia's had been a beautiful color of light blue. The color really only varied between that of blue and green since she had been convicted to the life of a werewolf.

"What are you?" My brother, John, asked in a calm voice as he bent his knees and dropped slowly beside the animal.

A low growl was all he got in return- well, along with the painful thrashing it did every five seconds.

John stood and shook his head- no hope. We all knew what that meant now.

Death.

A threat to any higher class werewolf resulted in immediate death. My family was different, though. We gave chances and opportunities for change and an explanation before we go off killing.

Each of us turned to my mother and father, who did not look pleased with the situation. My mother, being as protective of her children as she was, wore a smug frown over her lips, and her eyes were a terrible shade of "You're-Lucky-You-Didn't-Hurt-My-Child-Or-I-Would've-Killed-You-On-The-Spot."

We awaited my father's next choice of action. Raising his hand my father...