The wolf who chased me!

I had been running for a while, I couldn’t say how long, but my legs were aching and ready to give out. Why I was still bothering to run I don’t know, after all a human can’t out run a wolf. The fact that they hadn’t caught me yet was because they didn’t want to, they were playing with me, they were hunting me. And maybe so they should, it wasn’t exactly my fault but it was me, I did it, I can’t control what ever it is that I can do and I was scared but still, I am to blame for that wolfs death. I say wolf but he wasn’t just a wolf, he was a man too, he changed. He was a wolf and then he was a man, even with my body in unending amounts of pain the thought was still there, a wolf that changed into a man, we all knew what that was even if we do know better than to believe in such things. Werewolf! Or rather werewolves, because there were at least three chasing me through the woods, I had no clue if I was running in the right direction or even which direction was the right one. I turned to look behind me and saw the sun going down into the trees, it would be completely dark soon and then I would have no hope of escaping them. Not that I had much hope now. Before I could turn my head back around to see ahead of me I fell, my knees hit the cold floor with a thud, my hands went out to catch me and I heard the bone in my arm snap before I felt it. But when I felt it, I did possibly the worst thing I could do. I screamed! A scream that could split ears, a scream that radiated through the darkening woods, a scream that my hunters would surly hear and follow. I clamped my mouth shut biting my lip and in seconds I could taste blood, but I had to get up, I had to try to run some more, if only to say I didn’t give up so easily. As I picked myself up on wobbly legs I heard the most frightening howls, I stood frozen trying to find where the sound had come from but it was no use, one howl turned into two, that turned into three and three blended into a whole pack of agonizing cries. And I felt all of it, I felt hundreds of peoples pain all through my body all at once, I couldn’t breathe, but it was her pain that hurt the worst. It’s like her heart had been ripped from her chest, I could hear her scream, I could feel a part of her dying inside. I fell to the ground again bearing to much pain to stay on my feet, that’s when my mother popped into my mind. I had to call her, I had to make sure she didn’t think I just disappeared, even if she was once again away with her boyfriend leaving me to fend for myself. Just think, if she had been here I almost definitely wouldn’t have been walking home from a cafe so I didn’t have to eat alone at home again. I pulled myself together and got my phone out, I pressed mum and call all while trying to ignore the sound of wolves running in the distance, pounding through the trees, getting closer in every direction. There were more then three out there now. I put the phone to my ear as I stood, turning slowly in a circle as one after another after another wolves Surrounded me fifteen feet away, lots of them. About 30 large wolves and I was sure there was a man in every one of them, especially when you consider we don’t have wolves in England. The phone rang and rang until the voicemail came, and if it was my last chance to speak this was it. I opened my mouth but nothing came out, a large black wolf stepped forward huffing at me, before a grey wolf stepped up blocking my view of the black one. I cleared my throat, “mum, it’s El.” But I just didn’t know what to say. My hesitation caused some noise from the pack of wolves standing around me, then I keeled over screaming in pain as I heard the sound of bones breaking. I knew it wasn’t my pain, but it’s just what I do, I feel other peoples pain, I don’t know how, I don’t know why but I just do and my pain or not it hurts all the same. I tried to stand but I couldn’t, instead I looked up expecting to see the grey wolf but in his place was a man, a naked man, toned to perfection, he had blonde hair and a pale complexion but he was gorgeous. He stepped closer so I moved back and he stopped, “Make the call.” He said with a sad expression, “it will be your last chance.” I began to shake and a whimper escaped me, but then I felt the sorrow inside this man and the guilt but there was something else, he wasn’t doing this by his choice, something was driving his actions and that I supposed I couldn’t hold him personally accountable for. Taking slow and calming breaths, I once again stood and redialed my mum, again it rang to the voicemail just like I expected. I cleared my throat ready this time to leave my last message. My voice came out small but it was the best I could do under these circumstances. “Hey mum, sorry I..I.. I love you and I’m sorry I won’t be there when you get home.” My throat felt dry and the words were all wrong for me, truth be told even now I was still mad at her, she was never there so maybe now she will know how it feels. But I’m sure anger wasn’t the best emotion in such a situation so I took another deep breath to calm myself and continued. “I don’t know when I’ll be back but try not to worry, I guess I just take after you. We were never good at settling down anywhere but you have rob and you’re happy so I figure it’s time I did this on my own.” I paused to clear the emotion from my voice, I didn’t want her to hear me crying, “I will call soon, I love you.” I ended the message and let my phone drop from my hand, as my eyes met the blonde man’s I just waited. Waited for what exactly I didn’t know, maybe death or pain or torture but nothing came, they all just stood there watching me. Inside each one I could feel a mix of hurt and loss and sorrow and anger but also confusion and curiosity. Once again I felt bones breaking, and once again it send me screaming in pain to the ground, how do they willingly change themselves into a monster knowing it hurts so much. The man that stood this time was bigger in height and width, he was huge and scary with one eye completely bloodshot on the white and just black in the middle. There wasn’t a color, or an iris but pitch black. He spoke with a hard gravelly voice that made me want to scurry away. “Any last prayers little witch?” The question was clear, it was him letting me know he was about to kill me and I guess that was the answer to my question too. What am I? Well he seemed to think I was a witch and who was I to argue. However before I could tell them I didn’t have anything to pray too, the blonde wolf man spoke. “We are not killing her, we take her back to the pack where she will be trialed.” A sickening laugh filled my ears, “we know she’s guilty, she will be put to death anyway..” before he could finish the lighter one interrupted. “Probably but that’s for our new alpha to decide, and we still follow a code.” The darker haired man with the red and black eye responded. “The new alpha is a child, 16 years old, he won’t be taking over yet you know that. He has to be 18 to take charge of the pack on his own.” The blonde man looked at me, “she’s a child, and Riley still gets a say in all this even if the council decides he isn’t ready to take over the pack.” They were talking like I couldn’t hear them, not that I had anything to say but it was a strange thing watching as other people decide your own fate not a few feet away without even considering you. But even so I still couldn’t explain the sudden outburst I made, “I am sorry, I didn’t mean..” my words died in a second as the larger and scarier of the two men moved toward me with a speed I couldn’t even see. He wrapped his large hand around my throat and squeezed, within just a few seconds my vision was blurring and my chest heaving for just one more full breath. I heard someone talking, but I couldn’t focus, I was losing Consciousness, white splotches filled my eyes and I heard. ..drake, stop your killing her!” And a very faint, “..good..” *** When I woke up I couldn’t see a thing, I didn’t know where I was but I remembered everything, my murder, the werewolves, the breath being taken from me. As I tried to stand I felt something cold and heavy on my ankle, I was chained to the floor, the room was dark and I don’t think there was a thing in here. I certainly hadn’t been on a bed when I woke. Shouting for help didn’t seem like an option so I just sunk back down into the floor, I guess someone would come eventually even if it was to kill me. I hugged my knees to my chest still in my jeans and jumper but as I moved the chains rattled. Before I knew it the door was being pulled open and a man was standing in the door way, letting a big stream of light in so I couldn’t see the face of the man. “Oh you are awake!” It wasn’t a question and I knew the voice, harsh on my ears, I knew it was the black wolf, the man with the red and black eye, the man that tried to kill me. I slowly stood not liking the way I seemed so small, although it was useless, once I was on my feet, the man moved forward. Coming into the light I could see him looking me up and down, appraising me, like I was an object and he was working out my value. I could feel his hatred for me simmering but I could feel something else, something worse. “You will soon be charged with the murder of Charles the alpha of the morrow moon pack.” He stopped to gauze my reaction but I have none. “Until then you might find there are a lot of wolves here who want to cause you harm.” Again he paused. “What..?” I had barely started talking when he was pinning me to the wall with his hand firmly around my throat once again. “Don’t bother little witch.” He lip curved up in disgust, “I saw you kill him, and there are no words that would save you now.” He let me go and headed for the door, slightly looking back over his shoulder he said, “come along then.” Without thinking I went to follow but was halted by the sound of the chains, I looked down at the lock on my ankle and jingled it again. The man came over, bent down and pulled the cuff from my ankle. The action hurt but not enough for me to really feel, however it did leave me wondering if he had a key or maybe he just wanted me to know how strong he was. With the chain off I followed the man from my cell into a concrete hallway with more doors identical to mine. We walked to the end of the hallway, up the stairs and into a hallway that actually looked like it belonged to a house not a dungeon. I was scared and I knew it but being closer to people I could feel all of them. I could feel their pain even now, tears still being spilled over the person that I had killed, by accident or not, I could understand the hatred directed toward me by each person I passed but most especially the man leading me down the corridor. We reached some dark wood double doors and stood there, my insides started to quake, there it was again. Her pain. Why was hers so much worse? I knew she was the other side of the door and I could feel dread working it’s way through me, if there was one place I really didn’t want to be, it was here. The door swung open and I was pushed inside a dinning room with one long table at the center. There were eight people in the room waiting for me. But I only looked at her, and she looked right at me. “Is this the witch that killed my mate?” She asked looking at me but talking to someone else. “Yes.” The scary man answered. What’s a mate? The thought quickly disappeared when the man stepped in front of me, glaring down. Then the women spoke, “kill her!” I moved backwards however there wasn’t much space behind me to move, I hit the wall and looked up to find the scary man smiling as he moved even closer. “Yes Luna!“ And with that he lifted his hand now with claws instead of finger nails. I closed my eyes as I felt the hatred run through this man ready to swing, but deep down I knew I deserved this so I opened my eyes and watched as he swung..