Moving with this speed should be illegal.

Everything is just a blur as I am managing not to out-balance myself. We're running in a speed that would probably make any Shadowhunter proud of himself because he could catch any violator of the Clave laws in a mile. But also with this speed, I feel like I wouldn't live up to see who that might be.

As for how we end up doing this, we immediately ran across the woods after Kito, the pack leader, is out of earshot.

"By the Angel! Are you freaking insane?!" I shouted with the air rushing through my face. My face, which is probably distorted at the very moment.

The Wereguy, Kito's brother, looked at me with such confusion in his eyes as if I just said 'How do I breathe?'.

"Am I insane?" he repeated my question as if trying out the words the first time, with the same sly grin he possessed a while ago. "Probably." Just then, he tightened his grip with my arm that I didn't notice was there 'til now.

We suddenly picked up speed. If a while ago is FAST, then this is INSANE AND MIND-BOGGINGLY FAST. I can't see anything completely and the only thing that supports me is his arm. I hate the feeling. I dislike being dependent. I abhor the unability to control myself and the things around me. And most especially, I loathe being vulnerable. I found my hand untangling his hand in my other arm. He then tightened his grip more that it felt like ripping my skin. I fought extremely hard to unclasp his hand and I succeeded.

I eventually slowed down, panting like I just ran a mile or two. To think of it, maybe I did. Maybe we just did. I collapsed.

"What in the world are you thinking, cub? You could've died-" Ark prodded at my back. In return, I stood up with all my effort not to stumble back to the ground, turned to him and mused, "Do you hear that?"

He looked at me with an intrigued face as I moved my way closer to him, "That's the sound of me not giving a fuck." I said finally and walked opposite his way.

That's it. I will not participate in any of this. After nearly killing me, he'd say I could've died with what I did? Is he kidding me? I continued to walk my way opposite him, occasionally tripping myself. I don't like this. I don't want this. I feel so weak. I feel like all of my energy is burned up and I couldn't use any of it and the only thing that lets me continue to do what I do is my will. I-

"What the hell have you done now?" I heard a voice, a strange feeling formed inside of me, like I've just slept for a thousand years and I couldn't do anything but lie here. Furthermore, a scent filled my senses again. It's near. It's in my reach. It's in m- Everything is out of my control again. Everything in my body is being ripped like something is inside me and I'm trying my best to contain it but I can't, the force needed isn't in me and the whole process was inevitable. In the end, I just gave in.

Two transformations. Two remarkable times I haven't been with myself to witness anything I have done. Two times I haven't had the control in my own body, mind, nor presence.

I woke up, or it might me right to say, my presence came back to my body after the Hunt. This time, with the sensation of being full. It's a feeling I've never had before. It's like I can do anything for a year without even tiring myself. In that moment, it's like accepting what I've become.

I lay alone in a room, which looked like an abandoned police station. With dried blood in my hands, I searched for clothes I can put on. In the end, I settled with ripped shorts and a tight blue shirt I am guessing is owned by a child or an extremely skinny teenager. It's not like I have much choice. It's also better than being stark naked. I rushed outside the station, which I found out is a park. The park. Crowded with weres I've seen before the Hunt.

I continued walking, eyes also continued to dart across from all directions to where I'm in. What have I done this time? I asked myself. The reply was an arm encircling my waist, and a grinning Ark beside me appeared. He slightly nodded his head, stopped grinning and leaned towards my ear, "Just follow me and I'll explain everything."

"Why the hell would I?" I replied, gritting my teeth after remembering what happened.

"Congratulations, cub," an older man shook my hand and I awkwardly smiled in reply. I questionably searched Ark for an answer but the only thing I've got is a rush, the wind in my face, and the woods. Again.

"What. Is. Going. On?" I asked as I pushed his hand away.

"Well you just finished a goddamned boar in one sitting. You should've seen it. You overwhelmed everyone, cub. You had the first kill of the night," he said like I should be genuinely proud of myself for eating a helpless creature.

"So what else happened that made everyone look at me like that?" I asked.

"YOU happened?!" he said in an exasperating manner. "Oh don't you look at me like that," he continued.

"Whatever," is all I said even though some kind of pride sprouted inside of me while we head back to the park.

"So are we even?" Ark finally said, heading back home. Quarters. Or whatever we've come from.

"From what. . .?" I asked, bewildered.

"You know, me scaring you to death. I, watching over you as you slaughter, ah, things." he said, glancing at me with a look on his face, asking approval. "Okay, boars. As you slaughter a boar."

"Okay, yeah. We're even." I answered.

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