And this chapter is for HomeByTwilight who gave me this idea. Thanks a lot, and I appreciate the reviews.
***SHANE POV***
Before me stands me, but it's not me. This girl is my height and looks like me, but she's paler and has dark-red eyes while her hair is black. There's also a dark aura to her that radiates all of the dark emotions.
"It's you; the darkness from the venom" I whisper and she nods.
I gulp and look for a way out, but can't find any.
"What do you want" I demand as I stare at her.
"You know what I want; I want revenge" she growls.
"No, I won't let you take control" I state and she smirks.
"But you did, remember, the pixie told you that the nomads had created an army and you were frozen, unable to comprehend anything; I took control, I was the one who went to fight the nomads to get revenge" she states.
"And you almost got us killed; had it not been for Sam, those newborns would have ambushed and killed us" I argue and she growls.
"Admit it, you need my help" she states.
"No, I need control, and if you take over, you'll get us both killed" I reply.
"That's not true" she argues.
"It is, your rage affects your judgment and makes it harder for either of us to fight" I state.
She growls slightly, but doesn't say anything.
"If we're going to beat Victoria, we have to fight together; we have to find balance" I say softly and she looks at me.
"Find balance" she whispers back and I nod.
I walk towards her, but then a growl stops me. I turn and see the large form of my inner-wolf standing there, ready to attack. It growls again and charges at both of us; a scream passes through my lips and everything goes black before my eyes fly open and I shoot up in bed, gasping for air.
"Shane, calm down" a voice tries to soothe me as I shiver.
Suddenly, a wave of calm encases me like blankets and I slowly stop shivering. My eyes are wide as I continue to stare at the sheets on my bed, trying to make myself realize that I'm awake now and safe.
"It was just a dream, Shane" a voice says softly and I feel someone pull me into their arms.
"No, it wasn't" I mumble as flashes of the girl and her family appear behind my eyes.
The pain, the sorrow, the death, it was all real; it was my past.
Poor, Shane. Bellice next chapter, though, I promise. L8er.