Opposites Attract

Chapter Two

Skylar's POV.

Sleep didn't come easy that night. My mind seemed to be on its fastest gear and it wouldn't slow down until my body begged for rest. Even then, my dreams consisted of my fears and concerns of what could happen. Each of my dreams managed to turn into nightmares, so they all eventually woke me up. I knew tonight my body would receive no rest and tomorrow would be a dreadful and tiring day.

However, even after the nightmares passed, I could not sleep. For my wolf, Siqiniq, would not let me. She paced and paced all throughout the night. She begged me to listen to her, but I ignored her and cut off communication with her. I hate my wolf with every bit of my soul. She knows why and doesn't even not deny it. I wish I didn't have to share part of myself with a stupid wolf, but it is the debt we must pay for being werewolves. Most look upon it as a blessing, but I look upon it as a burden.

Please! Sky just listen to me this once! Siqiniq screamed at me like this all through the night.

No! Just shut up! For once in your forsaken life, shut up! I finally shouted back instead of ignoring her.

Siqiniq fell silent and I enjoyed it by getting more comfortable in bed and preparing to sleep. Do you really hate me that much? She asked quietly.

A groan sounded from me and I prayed to not wake up Leya. Yes, I really do hate you so much I wish you were never created! I mentally screamed at her and I could feel her mentally flinch at my harsh words.

Why can't we just start over? She cried out.

Not after what you did because now... now I no longer have my parents. They were killed because of you! Every word I spoke, I meant and I just hoped she felt the pain I did. Just let me go to sleep, you stupid mutt. She did not reply and I felt her cut off the communication between us. Guilt passed through me, but only for a second.

With silence in my mind, I finally fell asleep, but the dreams continued to turn into nightmares and these nightmares were worse than before. They replayed my last memories with my parents and the memories of the night they were murdered.

Eventually I gave up on sleep and got up. I got ready quietly and went outside into the cold, crisp night. Few werewolves are out tonight and I am grateful for it, I don't want many people seeing me like this. The cold breeze hit my cheek and I felt some warm and wet roll down my face. I didn't notice I was crying until my hand touched my tears. As quick as I could, I wiped away the foolish liquid.

Wanting to get away from everything, I ventured deep into the woods where I felt I could let loose. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I didn't even bother wiping them away, knowing they would only come back. My hand curled into fists as I hit the ground in anger and fury.

Why them? Why did it have to be my parents? Why them? What did they have to attack my house?

Suddenly, a familiar pain erupted within me. A weekly pain. A pain that I dread each and every Tuesday. A pain that meant I had to speak with Siqiniq. A pain that meant I had to become her. A pain that meant I must shift.

Cracking and ripping noises came from within my body. I held in my screams as I resisted the urge to shift. Though I loved being a wolf, I don't love the fact that I must speak with Siqiniq and the fact that because I resist each shift, it feels like shifting for the first time every time. Feeling your body being ripped apart and put back together is not a pleasurable thing to go through.

Skylar, if you stop resisting, it wouldn't hurt as bad. Siqiniq spoke softly, but I ignored her. I will make a deal with you. She paused, then continued without a response from me. If you allow me to be free every Tuesday night, you will never have to speak to me again.