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"Trembling,
Crawling across my skin.
Feeling your cold, dead eyes,
Stealing the life of mine..."
- Benjamin Burnley
Burning heat.
Searing pain.
Throbbing, pulsing rage.
Bones breaking over and over again.
Misery.
Suffering.
No one told me I was destined to be a shifter; a wolf. Not my father, not the tribal council, no one deemed it necessary to inform me that if I gave in to my anger just enough, I would transform agonizingly slow into a wolf. Instead, the privilege was thrust upon me when I came home from a night out with the girl of my dreams, my best friend… my Bella.
Fucking Mike Newton. If he ever crosses my path again I'm going to tear his arms off and beat him to death with them.
Sam, the acting Alpha, re-tells the legends I heard time and time again as a child during the council bonfires. If only I had known the truth that was woven into those legends.
Vampires.
The Cullen's always did make my skin crawl; especially the selfish, sparkly, revolting piece of shit corpse, Edward.
Not only does the stand-in Alpha forbid me from seeing the girl that I love with every fiber of my being, but he and the rest of the pack replay memories of when they found her in the woods - laying on the cold, wet grass, hair matted to her face, soaked from the rain, repeating over and over how the fucking leech was gone.
Pouring acid on to my ripped up heart.
Thinking about him anywhere near my Bella causes the blood in my veins to burn with toxic hate. The image of her catatonic over the Cullen leech and the realization of what she was doing with me were too much.
Too much for my heart, too much agony to think about, entirely too damn much. She was using me.
Every time she looked at me with her blank, lifeless eyes, every forced half smile, every cool touch, every fucking thing was a lie. He may not have killed her, but he drained her soul from her small body.
When all was revealed, I ran as far as my legs would take me. Letting the wolf take over and consume me. It's been two weeks since I left; skirting around the Canadian border, listening to the others try and convince me to come back home. Sam's pathetic repeated attempts to command me back to my father. Very manipulative using guilt to lure me into returning.
Fury rips through me. Maybe it's about time the temporary Alpha receive a warning.
'You forget Sam; I am the true Alpha, the Black blood pulses through my veins. We both know whose bloodline is the strongest. Push me to come back, or use my father against me one more time, and I will knock you off your fucking high horse.'
I feel him leave the pack mind. Probably phasing to be with his imprint, Emily. Yet another choice stolen, the ability to choose who you love. I don't want to be brainwashed to worship a stranger. Sam may be happy with his imprint, but I refuse to allow anything else to be snatched away from me. Fuck imprinting.
As much as I hate Bella's lies, I still love her, even more than when I left. It hurts so damn much to be away from her.
None of the other pack members have tried to come find me; they know better. My wolf is bigger, stronger, and more feral than any of the others. Even Sam's wolf does not hold a candle next to mine.
After running aimlessly for some time, lost in thought, I found myself in a familiar wooded area. I'm in Forks. How the fuck did I end up here? As I slowed my pace to a trot, I indulge in the feel of the earth underneath my paws.
A scent invades my nose causing me to stop before I reach Bella's house... there's another wolf here.
I see him, but he is distracted and not paying attention to his surroundings. He is across the street, in human form, watching her as she sits by her bedroom window reading a book.
The wolf is livid. A threatening growl erupts forcefully into the air, causing all wildlife nearby to scatter.
Why the fuck is Paul watching Bella?
Verse from Song: Dance with the Devil
Artist: Breaking Benjamin
Album: Phobia