☽ Howl ☾ [ SOLBY AU ] ✔

☽ 1 ☾

It happened when they were out exploring the supposedly haunted forest a few weeks after their trip to the Stanley Hotel. Colby remembers pain, flesh being ripped from his bones. Now, there still is pain, but it is now a sort of comfort to him like howling at the moon.

He traces the scars across his chest with his fingers slowly, feeling each ripple of the scar of his multiple marks. If Colby thinks hard enough, he can make the nightmares of that night disappear, but as he stares at himself in the mirror, he knows he can't right now. With time, it will become easier to push that night from his mind, but for now it is still too fresh. Much like the scars on his chest.

With a sigh, Colby leans down at the bathroom sink, placing both of his hands on either side of the porcelain sink and bows his head. He watches blood droplets drip down the sink from his fingertips. It is one of the very last lingering traces of his Change last night. The other traces will never go away, but constantly signify him as something inhuman.

For example, his eyes. Once a constant and human sapphire blue, his eyes flash a scarlet red when he feels a sudden wave of anger or arousal or when the Change was to take place. This was a characteristic amongst them all who were with him that night in the forest who were attacked. Colby didn't understand why he was the only one with red eyes amongst those that were attacked that night, though. The others had gold and blue... never red.

He also didn't understand why the others would automatically submit to every need and order that he gave to them. He hated it. Made him feel animalistic constantly. Made him feel too much in control. He was never the leader of their group, but now suddenly the red eyes made him as such.

God, he fucking he hated that feeling.

Colby glanced up at the mirror, trying hard to not let his emotions overcome him. There was so much pain in his chest, suddenly, and it was bubbling up inside him, threatening to explode. Colby watched his sapphire eyes change to a glowing and predatory red and the pain released itself, leaving Colby coming down from an odd high. Slowly, the red faded from his eyes.

With another sigh, Colby washed the remaining blood from his hands. He never knows whos it is: his, one of the others, some animal... Colby doesn't want to know. When his hands are cleaned, he runs a wet hand over his face and over his hair.

He peers at himself in the mirror again, opening his mouth. There is the other trace that wont go away from his inhuman change. Two of his teeth, his K9's, have been elongated more than is "normal," whatever that means now. They stick from the top of his mouth like two sore thumbs. When Colby smiles with his teeth, they are so evident. He barely smiles anymore anyway.

Colby frowns at the sight of them and turns the faucet over. Taking the hand towel beside the sink, he dries his hands and exits the small bathroom, tossing the towel to the floor. His eyes connect with the queen bed and the body within it.

He and the others had come out to this cabin two days ago to get away from L.A. to change into something more inhuman. They needed protection from themselves and from others and this was the best option. With the last of their money, they all bought this cabin and the surrounding woods. Despite not having enough rooms to hold them all individually, they bunked together. Two to each bedroom with three out in the living room.

It was enough for them all.

The body within the queen bed Colby was sharing with was absolutely still. Here the other trace appeared as Colby listened carefully to the sound of breathing coming from the body. A normal human wouldn't have been to hear something so quiet, but Colby could. All the noises Colby could hear drove him slightly crazy when he first became this inhuman creature, but he found control over it and it was now barrable.

Slowly, Colby tiptoed over to the other side of the bed, careful not to wake the other body. Peeling back the covers, he slipped into the bed, trying not to jostle the bed too much. But, it was to no prevail. The body shifted beside him, slowly flipping itself over so the person was facing Colby.

The brunette eased himself into the bed the rest of the way, mirroring his bedmate.

"We'll be okay, right, Colby?"

Colby looked down at the scars peeking out from the top of his bedmates shirt and felt sadness overcome him. His blue eyes traced up his bedmates neck to his face where Colby found one more scar that went down over his bedmates left eye and ended mid-cheek. His bedmate was lucky he hadn't lost his eye when they were all attacked and Colby could still remember his bedmates screams of pain for he was right beside him when it all happened.

Would they be okay? Colby thought before responding.

"I don't know, Sam. I don't know."