The sudden turn of things kept me dumbfounded.
First is that I've been away from my home for an immeasurable amount of days. Second, I became one of Them. And third, I am walking out of the room I've slept in with an igniting fire in as I heard the word 'hunt'.
I can't imagine how I managed to deal with myself for all of this time. I've been trained to fight and, if situations get worse, kill these creatures since the day I knew how to breathe. And now here am I, slowly being one of them. Sudden rush of memories and thoughts occured as I tried to picture myself being entirely a part of them. I want to vomit out the thought of me hunting for food, much more the thought of having to eat their flesh. . . but my body won't let me. It reaches out to me with an immense hunger. . . wanting to be filled. I tried to contain it in me.
I limped my way down the stairs. The muscles in my limbs, most especially my thighs and legs, are still slamming back and forth with tension I've never experienced before. Everything in me is either sore or numb or paralyzed. Really, I can't differentiate them anyway.
"First change is always the hardest." said a deep voice, almost whispering, behind me. My body flinched as someone, supposedly the owner of the voice, ran his hand at the small of my back.
"I can manage." I hissed, posturing myself in such a way I don't even believe what I just said.
"Not letting any of us touch you wouldn't make you clean. Right now you're touching yourself and that still makes you unclean. You are one of 'US' in the first place." he said. I jerked my head to look at 'him', the owner of the voice but then someone just grabbed me by the arm. "Making yourself acquaintances?" Kito mused but I didn't answer just yet for I am eyeing if the owner of the voice is still there. He's not.
For a split second I was just being dragged into somewhere I told my head I don't belong but then as the strong salt smell of blood sufficed through the air, I knew I do. The smell of lycanthropes filled the surroundings and I was wondering at the back of my mind if I myself contribute to the scent.
"This is the right place to mingle with our fellows. Not the stairs, cub." Kito finally said and blended among the crowd in such a swift move my eyes couldn't even follow. "I'm not. . ." I whispered to myself but just then, the same deep voice replied, "Oh you sure are." I immediately spun my head to see who the owner of the voice was. With a gaze that would cut deeper than any sword, he stood, with such confidence I ought someone would find myself containing just the same a couple of days ago. He's no taller than Kito, with almost the same lean but not that muscular body and also possess the same kind of hue of the pack leader's hair.
He's the first, aside from Kito, in the weres I've met. I stood awkwardly thinking of how to introduce myself or say anything but I just looked at him by the eye. He dealt with it. With a couple of seconds, we were just looking at each other 'til I saw his lips slightly curving into a small grin. Something as little you couldn't even recognize and yet bedazzling, "So this is how you do it in the Nephilim part? Staring."
I wasn't sure if I should be remorsed by the comment he made or what. I'm not sure if it's meant to torture me with the fact that I'm not of the Nephilim anymore or torture me with something else. . . like the fact that I'm one of them.
"Elena," I finally said. And just then, a very familiar voice echoed through the walls of the room.
"As we all know, hunt is set tonight. The park. Be guided that there are cubs present. Now move." Kito said in such a firm voice I would want to follow the other weres who were now moving side by side each other. Each one with a feral look evident mainly in their eyes. I caught myself wondering if I have it too.
"Brother," the guy with the deep voice said beside me. Same look, same hair, same posture. . . Brother. That figures. Still, I sense something un-brotherly between them.
"Ark." Kito said flashing a smile, not so far from the smile his brother had shown just ago. "So you've met her? She's-" he would continue but his brother interrupted. "Elena. She just said it."
"Oh. So you made HIM an acquaintance? How very wise of you." Kito turned to me, I don't know how to react. I'm still internalizing what is the matter between the two of these guys to treat each other with such tension.
"Obviously, she does," the leader's brother answered for me, "And now, we're leaving."
I saw Kito opening his mouth to say something but we are already moving so he just pursed his lips and shaked his head.
And then we're moving.
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