Sorry I stopped writing but I'll post every day almost from now on 'till September.
Disclaimer: I am NOT Stephenie Meyer, Do not own Twilight…just really bored.
Chapter 2Groaning heavily as my eyelids fluttered open. Nausea hit me like a frying pan as I sat up still in wolf form. The jackhammer that is my hangover pounded my skull to fragments as I tried to coherently think. The cave was blissfully dark and saved me from the blinding light just outside.
Today was Saturday meaning I didn't have to work until Monday. I phased back into a human and got dressed. Grinning as a shard of memory came back. 10 years ago when Nessie and Jacob had finally gotten married, and for his bachelor party we took him to a strip club. Edward, Leah, Seth, all came. But, no my friend, not just any strip club for my severely whipped Alpha/Best friend/Brother. We took him to a slave and master strip club.
Oh and that's another funny story, After I turned 20 I had to explain to my mom why I wasn't aging and she came clean about who my father was. Anyway back on track here, the girls tied him up and we had a video camera out as they whipped him and "tortured" him.
The video was my wedding present to Nessie. Complete with a whip, cuffs, and a wink. The best part was when we had Edward chained up and he couldn't break the cuffs in fear of exposing his kind. So he had to close his eyes as the girls started taking off their clothes. But, I shit you not as soon as she took her top off he peeked!
Not even a millisecond had passed before he had blurted out, "Bella I'm sorry!" Before immediately slamming his eyes shut. At this point Jacob was breaking into a sweat as he tried to keep his eyes glued shut. And as a man of honor he was able to keep his eyes shut the whole time.
Next up was Seth who was tied up to a giant wheel and then spun around. Insane giggles of "WEEEE!!!" were heard for about 2 minutes until he turned green and he begged to be released before he upchucked. I chuckled lightly at the memory as I rubbed the last of the drowsiness from my eyes.
Heading out of my sanctuary I noticed clouds had passed over the sun. My saving grace it seemed. There was always something I had thought about. If we are not true werewolves and are shape shifters then why can't we change into other creatures? I had researched this and poured over tomes of tribal lore, but found nothing besides wolves.
Maybe the wolf transformation is a default. Since it was the wolf spirit who had first guided us. Maybe if we communicated with the other spirits we could change into other creatures. Picking up a pine cone as I mulled this over. Well, hell I got nothing better to do today.
Jacob had once asked me if I had a choice of phasing into any other creature what would it be. I had answered after some thought, "A hawk"
They are fast, sleek, the wolves of the air.
Now I gotta find me some hawks! I kept my eyes trained upward searching for hawks. After a few miles I saw one dive down and snatch a mouse before flying off to it's nest at the top of an evergreen. I sat down at the base of the tree and remembered the stories of our ancestors. And how they communicated with the spirits.
Closing my eyes I focused on my wolf spirit. The big shaggy beast that was me stood. It trotted over and pulled onto my shirt, and what felt like shedding skin was me being pulled from my body. I trusted my wolf brother and let him take me.
A spirit hawk flew down and landed on a branch 10 feet up a pine tree. The wolf stared at me and shook it's head at the hawk, as if telling me to turn to the hawk. I turned and looked the hawk in the eye.
Why is it you have come to me?I heard the voice of the hawk in my mind. I came to learn noble spirit. Your people have not spoken to mine in centuries. Why is it now you come back? I want to commune with all the spirits and learn from them. Spoken wisely my son.
With a loud squawk the spirit hawk flew into my chest. A great rush of air left me. Then flew back in rapidly. It was as if my soul had expanded and held the wolf, hawk, and the man.
Go towards the cliffs my son, so I may show you how to fly. Thank you spirit. I sprinted towards the beach cliffs, my step seemed lighter. Within minutes I was there. Standing over the waves. Trust me, feel me connected to you. The key to phasing into a wolf is anger. The trigger for mine is breath. The life that flows through you. Breathe in and feel the rush.
I did as instructed, I felt the power of the wind gather in my chest and pop! I was on two taloned feet standing on a rock. Spreading my feathers I dove off the side. The air rustled through my wings and caught me. I swooped up and down riding the air currents.
Freedom! Man this is what Mel Gibson felt like in Braveheart huh? I got cocky and before long I was dive-bombing faster than any other hawk could go. Reaching a velocity of over 300mph. (i.e regular hawks can go up to just under 200mph)
BTW the chapters are short cus they only center on one main idea. But I'll be writing a lot from now on. ENJOY