Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Khew
I don’t know how much longer 1 can take this. My shoulder’s aching and sore, my heart is beating faster by each minute that ticks by and the wind picks up. The air feels cold and I am in agonizing pain.
And suddenly, everything gets too loud. The howling winds and the pounding raindrops turn deafening, the rustling leaves become loader than Tm able to stand. It hurts. It hurts.
I scream for help but there’s no one around. No one at all. No one leaves the pack house during weather’s like these. I can only hope that the storm stops, so the rain would drown me
I open my mouth and try to yell again but nothing comes out, Just a loud, pathetic sob and that’s it. There’s nothing left to do but to endure my fate.
It’s awful, being this vulnerable.
I’m a weak person and maybe this is it. My fate. To die like this. Here.
No, I can’t die. I don’t want to die. But the only escape from this is shifting, and if I shift, I’ll be in far more pain than I am in
THOW
Alpha Aron’s dark gaze comes back to my mind. His firm grip on my arm, his words, his confession, and my own feelings of confusion and intrigue come creeping back. I should never have let him inside my mind like this. I rejected him and here I am, imagining he’s going to show up and save me from here.
How much more pathetic could this possibly get?
I squint my eyes close as a cool droplet slides down my forehead and my cheek, tracing its path down to my neck and following its way to the ground.
There’s no assurance that Aron is any different than the other men I’ve ever encountered
He’s a powerful wolf with an ego that far exceeded even the most prideful. Power hungry and ruthless. And I’m a runt–a runt who can barely shift.
A small groan escapes my mouth as I press my head against the tree. A few tears well up in my eyes before escaping down my cheeks
The ground under my feet quakes as the thunder rolls out from the sky. Lightning crackles across the black expanse. sending blinding bursts through the entire area. It lights the darkened scene and momentarily stops my racing thoughts, though it is only a second and doesn’t last long
Then, a heavy pour follows, drenching me completely, making my clothes wet, sticking them onto me. My hair hangs low and sticks to my cheeks and forehead, which is burning despite the chilly air surrounding the atmosphere. My hands are starting to feel numb and my fingers stiff. The wind is getting colder.
I tighten my hands into fists, giving another futile attempt of escaping these ropes that tied my ankle and wrists against the tree, but my struggle proves to be futile, even as I try to grab the edges and tear it away. But no matter how hard I try, there is no yield for me to loosen it, especially with these numb fingers of mine.
I have to shift
No.
My
wolf cries.
Yeu
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My eyes press shut tight. 1 press my chin down onto my chest as the first ripple of agony ripples through my body. I try to center myself, taking deep breaths, forcing the tension out of me. The world around me fades. Everything is cold Wet, heavy, suffocating. The stinging pain grows stronger as the muscles tighten and bunch, tendons contracting in discomfort.
A large cry rips through my throat, loud and high–pitched.
And then I fall, shifting.
It feels like someone took a hammer and smashed it through my body and my mind all at the same time. As I transition into my smaller frame, my bones popping and lengthening, my muscles and nerves searing as they stretch and strain, my head spinning and buzzing, cars ringing, heart beating a hundred miles an hour. My body is engulfed in white–hot, excruciating pain. Every things feels like they’re about to burn up or snap right off. The ropes finally cut into my skin, digging and cutting through
I howl
I am screaming, whimpering, growling in distress as my form falls into its new form. My wolf falls straight onto the ground, breaking free from the ropes, its paws landing and skidding onto the muddy dirt. I continue howling through the pain, crying out into the darkness.
After what seems like forever, the agonizing pain eventually eases and the soreness slowly fades, allowing me to take a shaky breath and collapse, exhausted onto the ground. I lay there, for some time, as the rain keeps pouring from the darkening sky.
When I finally find some energy to get up, I do. My paws move against the wet ground as I make my way back toward the range. I need some warmth, and clothes.
As soon as the shed appears in my view, I rush into it and make my way back in its form as soon as my paws hit the floor. It aches, every inch of my body aches as I change.
My hand presses against the ground as I try to lift myself up. Every nerve in my body is still numb, weak, and shivering. I cough and wipe the blood trickling from my lips, onto the back of my palm.
This is what happens when a runt tries to shift.
There is hardly any pain for a regular wolf. For a runt like me, it’s more like I am dying than shifting. My bones and muscles feel like they are on fire, or breaking. There is always some sort of injury afterwards. It’s like they are being twisted apart piece by piece.
The injury is bad this time and so is the pain. When it’s done, my body isn’t able to stop itself from crashing on the floor.
I stumble against the wall of the shed as 1 try to reach closer to the back where there’s a few boxes of clothes, mostly for the warriors in training. Most of these clothes are old, worn, or were rejected from other members of the pack house.
I grab anything I can get and slip into a pair of loose sweatpants and t–shirt, not caring which one I took out. Once they’re on me, I rest against one of the shelves and stay silent for a moment, letting myself take a breather.
Outside the skies rumbles louder and the rain starts pouring harder.
I glance at the clock hanging on the wall. It’s past midnight.
No.
No.
NO
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I struggle to get up, letting out another groan of pain as 1 stumble while making my way toward the door.
I don’t waste any time. I start w how long I’d been test for
But now I know.
walking even when my entire body aches. Have to get home. It’s so late–I didn’t even know
I go straight into the pack house first, grabbing my stuff. Everything’s still. There’s no one in the kitchen or anywhere as it’s late.
I
For a moment there, 1 stand, wondering if anyone even bothered looking for me.
I was out there for hours. Hours.
No one came
Not a single person bothered to at least go down the pathway to the range and see if I was lost, or injured, or dead.
Nobody did. Not a single one.
1 stand outside the packhouse with a strange, mumb feeling creeping through me. Something churns in the pit of my stomach and then I finally start my trek home, I keep a steady pace and ignore the light drizzle.
My mother will kill me for coming home like this. I shake off that thought because it can’t be helped, and then trudge the rest of the way home.
When I enter my house, I try to make as little sound as possible, especially when I see that mother’s light is still turned on inside her room. She can’t be still awake. Right?
My tries are a fail as she catches me entering through the front door and sees me, all muddy and soaked, without a coat.
“Where have you been?” She demands, storming inside from her bedroom with an annoyed expression on her face. “You were supposed to be home four hours ago!”
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