I decided to write another story, this first chapter is still a work in progress so a few edits might be added.
~All rights go to the nightshade series, only the story is mine.
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The pain of losing a loved one isn't something someone can truly understand unless they experience it for themselves. For me, I just realized this. When fighting alongside the Searchers death was a common thing. As an alpha wolf you are forced to learn to not mourn the death of your loved ones until after the war was over, I guess I don't remember anything that was taught to me. The experience of losing Ren was too painful, in that moment everything became clear. He was my best friend, my mate and everything I wanted. I loved him and my stupid antics almost destroyed our relationship, I was too focused on the war and protecting Shay, I never even got to say that I loved him. In that moment nothing mattered to me anymore, everything that I fought for became meaningless. In that moment I was completely desensitized.
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The only sound in the snowy forest was the deer's last cry out before my sharp teeth crammed shut on it's throat, the taste of it's warm blood on my tongue made my hunger grow. I decided to feast right here because I didn't feel like cleaning up the bloody mess when I return home with it. My stomach growled and I began tearing through it's flesh, each bite I took eased my hunger and I enjoyed the feeling. I completely ignored the crimson liquid staining my pure white fur. This was the only part of my boring day that actually gave me any pleasure, it was the same thing over and over. Wake up, go for a run, hunt, sleep and repeat. The only so called 'friends' I have are the animals I murder. I didn't care. I had the whole Haldis mountain to myself and I would kill anyone and anything if it crossed the imaginary barrier I created.
Within the next few minutes I finished my dinner, I licked the rest of the blood off my lips and nose and began the short trip back to the house I was living in. It was technically it was my house, it was built for me and Ren. The plan was for us to raise a family in this house and have our packmates be our neighbors, I wiped the thought clean from my mind. I didn't need to think about this right now, in fact I didn't want to think about it.
I approached the building that I called home and shifted forms, my once waist length platinum blonde hair had grew down to my hip; It was binded in a braid that went down my back. I wore dark blue skinny jeans and one of my old t-shirts. I could still remember my mom lecturing me on "dressing like a lady" I guess that was the perk to living alone, not having your parents tell you what to do. I opened the door and walked in, it was already getting dark so I went to turn on the kitchen light. I froze when I reached the light switch. My instincts were telling me that I wasn't the only presence here.
I quickly shifted forms and followed the familiar scent to the living room, I growled, knowing exactly who was here. I shifted back to my human form when I saw the figure, "What do you think you're doing?" I snapped at him. The boy I used to love stood facing the window, it was open and the light wind made the curtain flow. "I came here in hope to find you." He answered, still not turning around. "Well you found me. Now what do you want?" I asked, the sound of agitation lingered in my voice. He turned to face me, "I want you to come back with me. Live with me and the Searchers." He offered, I narrowed my eyes. I didn't believe him, he wouldn't have come all the way here just to tell me that. What was really going on?
"Tell me why you're really here." I ordered, he sighed. "I didn't want to throw this on you all at once." he answered. "Throw what on me?" I asked. He started to take a few steps toward me, I flashed my fangs warning him to not get any closer. "The war never really ended." My eyes went wide, "What do you mean it never really ended?" I asked, I could feel my stomach starting to feel funny. "The Rift never closed, meaning that Bosque Mar was never trapped in the other realm. He's still out there and preparing himself." He explained, I took a step back and put an harm over my stomach to try and calm my nausea. "Preparing himself for what?" I asked, he answered quickly. "The final battle."
"That's why I need you to come back with me, we need you to help us." He said, I glared at him. "I don't care." I answered, heartlessly. I watched his eyes go wide, he was clearly shocked by my answer. "What do you mean you don't care? Calla come on we need you." He said, I watched him reach his hand out expecting me to grab it. I tried desperately not to bite his fingers off. "No." I snapped, he immediately withdrawn his hand back to his side. "Calla." he started, "We came this far. Your pack is free from the keepers, you fought for this. Ren died for this, shutting off your emotions because you lost him won't solve anything." He said looking directly into my eyes, I completely lost it when he mentioned Ren. "Get out!" I hollered, I shifted forms and snarled at him.
He didn't flinch or shift, no action came from the man standing in front of me. Instead he spoke,"You're better than this Calla, what happened to you?" I didn't answer him, I kept standing there in my wolf form snarling at him. I made it clear that I wanted him to leave, and he did just that. He didn't exit from the window which I presume was where he came, instead he slowly walked past me; scared that I might bite his ass off. Once he was by me he picked up his pace and left through the door. Once he was gone I shifted forms and sat on the couch next to the window. His desperate attempt to make me feel something failed. I wasn't persuaded to go with him, I wasn't motivated to fight, I wasn't motivated to do anything.