Chaos.
Bones crack and sizzle all around me, those instincts to killunravelling at the scent of their enemy. Ravenous and overcomewith bloodlust, the wolves snap their jaws together with an ache intheir gums I now know only too well.My heart is an allegro rhythm that palpitates deep in the furrow ofmy chest. There's no time to wrap my head around this horrificnightmare, or exert myself in spending a single second immersedin the confusion. I can't think, I can't think, I can't think. If I do, Iwill die.I may die anyway.The world is filled with noise, a cacophony of growls and voicesmerged into one single buzz inside my mind. My father's eyes areilluminated with panic and a thousand questions I cannot answer,like how I have become an eight-foot long panther. It's unheard of,incomprehensible. It is impossible. I'm staring at my family, thepeople I've grown to love my entire life, but all I want to do is ripthem apart. I loathe it, this feeling inside of me, the monster I havebecome.And despite the self-hate and disgust empowering my thoughts, Iwant to survive. It is the only instinct that my body will latch on to.The wolf of Tarin takes a step forward, baring his teeth as hebegins to stalk. I recognise his chestnut-coloured coat and thescar above his left eye; a warrior's mark. My blood boils and I leanback on my hind legs in defence. Breathe. Breathe. Prepare. Run.Run! My body screams at me.Tarin takes a glance at my father who has yet to Change, waitingfor some sign of what to do. And I know I should escape while hisattention is distracted, but I need to see my father's face andacknowledge my fate. It may be my final memory of him, perhapsthe most significant of all memories. He takes a moment to look atme. I feel his gaze and judgment dive inside my body until I'm tornapart.And then, he nods at Tarin, his eyes ripped from me and I'm leftexposed.Kill her, that look says. He may never look at me again. I don'tsearch for Sage or my sister in fear their disgust, too, may cutdeep. Succumbing to the instincts that are pleading and gnawingat me, I run through a gap in the crowd with all the strength I have.The darkness of the bushes and trees yearn for me, to envelopmyself in its coat of darkness and away from the grasps of thewolves. The human I am and the beast I have become clash ontwo entirely different wavelengths.I hear the paws padding against the dirt and leaves in vastnumbers. There are dozens on my trail, all with senses triggeredby the urge to demolish me. I have the advantage of speed, butshould the Lupina catch me, I will have no chance. They arestrong, with a clench of the jaw so vicious it'd rip my throat apart.Speed. Fast. Breathe. There is simply no room for error.Howls cascade through the forest, and I know they will attempt tocircle me. It's a method of hunting I know all too well. One by onethey run consecutively in a line, the outer wolves storm forwarduntil the pack form a crescent shape. Should I miss my footing orsomehow slow my pace, they will have surrounded me.I'm one with the wind. It wraps its graceful arms around me andshoves me in the right direction. What life am I escaping from, andrunning to? I will never belong. I will die never belonging anywhere.Once the thought hits me, a low growl rumbles in the base of mythroat. Barks and yelps sound from behind me, reminding me thatthey are nearing. Run faster, Kadence. How much do you value yourown life?I'm Lupina stuck in the body of a panther, and it's a curse -- one
that cannot be broken. With a newfound sense of urgency, I boundwith every drop of energy I have around a curve of a tree until theforest blurs by me and the wolves are out of sight. And as I ammerged with the wind, it's as if a hurricane hits me. I'm thrown bysomething I did not see, nor hear, until the force of it has thrownme down a deep dip in the ground. It's a wrestle between myselfand this invisible thing as we're tumbling down into a ditch.It is then I realise that it's a wolf on top of me; one with a blondecoat and green eyes staring down at me. I'm crushed beneath itsbody, and every instinct coursing through this beast's veins is torun, thrash from side to side. But there's a little whisper in thecorner of my mind. Sage, it says. Right as I'm about to try easemyself from beneath his body, the epiphany hits me. He's notattacking me, but shielding my body. He's cloaking the scent ofpanther with his own wolf self, and I can hear the footsteps of theclan breezing by us.It's a strange, disorientating sensation of having Sage's Changedform pressed against mine. I've known him since I first learned towalk, and ever since there's been no other I've trusted more. Ihave such affection for this boy, and yet there are conflictionswithin urging me to kill him. When moments have passed and I canno longer smell the clan, he steps back. I roll onto my feet andbear my teeth in a sign of caution. We stare at one another, readyfor someone to simply make a move and that declaration of eitherwar or peace.And then there's a crack from his body. Sage's entire body twistsform; long hairs of the wolf receding as flesh grows back. Criesbellow from his chest, and I know that he is Changing. Confusionruns through me, why would he allow himself to become sovulnerable? I step back in panic. What if I can't fight the urge todestroy him right then and there, while he is so open for attack?I begin to see the recognisable features forming on Sage's face,his entire body glowing with the hum of magic. He rises from allfours, standing as a man. Bear of clothing, and anything that mayprotect him from my sharp claws or wicked bite. Pain spreadsacross his face, tears touching his eyes. He knows what ahorrifying nightmare this all is."Don't Change. Kadence, you need to get to the Pantera territory,"he finally says. My ears twitch in confusion. Is he mad? I chuff.Sage shakes his head incessantly."It's your only option. Keep running from us--, " he chokes the wordout, as if making that distinguishment causes him a great deal ofpain. It was now them, and me."--And you'll be killed with certainty. You may have the slightestchance if you go the Pantera clan," he speaks with a bitternessthat I understand. It takes every single restraint and will in my bodyto force myself not to tear his flesh to pieces. It would be sosimple...But the idea of joining the Pantera makes my skin crawl. Iloathe them with every fibre of my being and every ounce of mysoul."You must do what you can to survive, at all costs. No matter whatit takes, you have to promise me you will try to live," he urges.I can feel some of the anger and hatred leave my body in thatmoment. I cannot hurt Sage, because even as I have become amonster he should despise and leave for the dead, he still protectsme. I look down at my paw and see the bracelet he gave me stilldangling on for dear life. Suppose I did join the Pantera, theywould still see me as Lupina. I pace back and forth, my black tailbrushing the barren leaves.More questions are raised about my mother's bloodline. She wasLupina, yet the Pantera gene must have been carried somewheredown the line, which meant that the two genes of Skin-Walker hadto have mixed. The idea is so foreign inside my mind, yet it's theonly thing to make sense. Could lovers from each clan havemated, ignoring the foreboding innate hatred coursing throughtheir veins?"I know what they did to your mother, what they've done to ourclan and all the lives they have taken from us. But I can't bear thethought of you dying. I know you, Kade. You're a fighter, youalways have been. You've trained your whole life, and it's nowmore than ever that you will need those skills. Don't give up out ofstubbornness or pride. The Pantera choose allies based onstrength. Show them that you are more useful alive than dead."Sage takes a step toward me, and my body jolts. I move my headin a way that I hope looks like a nod, but everything inside of methreatens to crumble as he reaches out for me. My heartbeatpounds in my ears with every inch he takes. I'm not sure if I havethe same faith he holds in me; or the trust. Fingers brush my coatthen, soft and hesitant. There's a human inside of me, it's callingout -- screaming. It protests and thrashes about wildly like a cagedanimal. I latch onto that voice, because it's the very one telling menot to hurt him.He crouches down to reach my eye-level, staring in ways that twistmy heart. I don't want this to be the last time I see him, but I'mworried it is. He brushes his palm over my head gently, hisfingertips smoothing down the short, black hairs. Slowly, he leansin and places a kiss between my eyes. I've taken the form of oneof the most dangerous creatures on this earth, but he's not afraidof me."Goodbye, princess." A tear slips down his cheek. This is amoment I will latch onto. A scent fills my nostrils at once, my earstwitching once I begin to hear that familiar sound of paws againstdirt. Panic fills me at once knowing that if they discover Sage, theywill know he helped me. I can't bear the thought of the punishmentthey will inflict upon him for saving the enemy.I want to say something to him. I can't.And so I run.* * *I'm standing at the edge of the ravine, looking across at the futurethat awaits me. On the other side lies Pantera territory, a place Ionly ever vowed to go to once I had an army of Lupina behind meand a war awaiting ahead. Am I really going to do this? Can I askfor protection from the creatures who stole my mother from me?There's no other option; live no matter the cost, or die.Looking back and leaving behind the world and the people I love, Itake a step and prepare for sprint. As my legs bound for a leap, Ithink of all the things that have altered, and I realise that the onlyconstant in my life that has changed is me. I am the deviation.Maybe I always have been.My eyes open unwieldily, and for a single second I can pretendthat none of this has happened. I feel my heart release its tightclench inside my chest because in that space of time, I am home.In just a moment, I will break through the forestry and bewelcomed by my father, laugh with Sage as I tell him about themost absurd dream. The nightmare in which I became a panther.An enemy. Hunted.But then I see that scars of all those memories surrounding me.Imprints of history, actions, life. The rotten smell of death smacksme in the chest; a pungent, foul odour that has bile rising in mythroat. Bloody remnants of small animals surround my bare, nakedbody. Light shines through the cracks between overhangingbranches, and I know morning has risen.There's a terrible sensation crawling along my spine. That instinctwithin that tells me there are eyes watching me with a scrutinisingheaviness I cannot shake. One step, one crunch of dead lea
The body can prepare itself for many battles during its lifetime. It isa fighter's malleable tool which endures the fractures of bone, theblood of cuts and the blackened skin. It heals, and your bodyforgets. But the mind holds onto those scars, it does not let go andin truth, perhaps it can never be prepared for the ordeal of war.It is easy for your body to become strong, but the mind must breaktime and time again before it can truly know the strength it takesto fight for its life.As I'm dragged by my bare feet in nothing but damp, sulliedclothing, a throbbing head and a swollen jaw, I begin to questionmyself. My life is no longer one that can be lived precariously, andI may have dug my own grave by challenging Raegan, but Sagewas right. The Pantera may be savage brutes with little to nomorals, but they are opportunists. If I can prove that I am moreuse to them alive than dead, I could be spared.
Even though it's a story that's been told to me a thousand times, Icannot deny the swell in my throat when I think of my mother. It'san unquenchable inferno of pain, and agony, and memories, that Iblock off with a fractured wall. No weakness. Strength, only."Fight me," I say aloud, eager for a reprieve from this torturouswait. Sage furrows his eyebrows in hesitance."Go on, fight me," I repeat when Sage doesn't move. My fingerslatch onto his jacket as I tug him from the ground forcefully. Sincehis own Change two months ago, Sage has been wary to spar withme. It takes time after the Change to know your own strength, andI see his fear in injuring me."We've been through this. I'm not a pane of fragile glass, ready toshatter when I do fall. Besides, now fighting you is finallysomewhat of a challenge," I tease. His lips curve into a reluctantsmile as I guide him to a larger patch of grass."Fine. As y
I see who I am.I'm looking in a reflection, staring back at a turbulent, obstinateheart. I know who it is that faces me, but that is not what matters.It is paramount in the minds of my world exactly what you are,because what ties the bond between blood and water is not loyaltynor the falsity of words, but the beast within our heart.Everything will change tonight; for the good, the bad, or the worst.I cup a pool of water in my palms, throwing whatever droplets thatdon't slip through my fingers against my face. I'm washing awaythe final remnants of present Kadence, because no matter theoutcome of tonight's endeavours, I will be leaving behind afragment of myself. When the full moon rises, it will rot andblacken until it is no longer mine.There's a knock at the bathroom door, and I grunt in annoyance.Can I have just one minute to myself? Sage and Alan have beenshadowing me the entire day, trailing
The body can prepare itself for many battles during its lifetime. It isa fighter's malleable tool which endures the fractures of bone, theblood of cuts and the blackened skin. It heals, and your bodyforgets. But the mind holds onto those scars, it does not let go andin truth, perhaps it can never be prepared for the ordeal of war.It is easy for your body to become strong, but the mind must breaktime and time again before it can truly know the strength it takesto fight for its life.As I'm dragged by my bare feet in nothing but damp, sulliedclothing, a throbbing head and a swollen jaw, I begin to questionmyself. My life is no longer one that can be lived precariously, andI may have dug my own grave by challenging Raegan, but Sagewas right. The Pantera may be savage brutes with little to nomorals, but they are opportunists. If I can prove that I am moreuse to them alive than dead, I could be spared.
My eyes open unwieldily, and for a single second I can pretendthat none of this has happened. I feel my heart release its tightclench inside my chest because in that space of time, I am home.In just a moment, I will break through the forestry and bewelcomed by my father, laugh with Sage as I tell him about themost absurd dream. The nightmare in which I became a panther.An enemy. Hunted.But then I see that scars of all those memories surrounding me.Imprints of history, actions, life. The rotten smell of death smacksme in the chest; a pungent, foul odour that has bile rising in mythroat. Bloody remnants of small animals surround my bare, nakedbody. Light shines through the cracks between overhangingbranches, and I know morning has risen.There's a terrible sensation crawling along my spine. That instinctwithin that tells me there are eyes watching me with a scrutinisingheaviness I cannot shake. One step, one crunch of dead lea
Chaos.Bones crack and sizzle all around me, those instincts to killunravelling at the scent of their enemy. Ravenous and overcomewith bloodlust, the wolves snap their jaws together with an ache intheir gums I now know only too well.My heart is an allegro rhythm that palpitates deep in the furrow ofmy chest. There's no time to wrap my head around this horrificnightmare, or exert myself in spending a single second immersedin the confusion. I can't think, I can't think, I can't think. If I do, Iwill die.I may die anyway.The world is filled with noise, a cacophony of growls and voicesmerged into one single buzz inside my mind. My father's eyes areilluminated with panic and a thousand questions I cannot answer,like how I have become an eight-foot long panther. It's unheard of,incomprehensible. It is impossible. I'm staring at my family, thepeople I've grown to love my entire life, but all I wa
I see who I am.I'm looking in a reflection, staring back at a turbulent, obstinateheart. I know who it is that faces me, but that is not what matters.It is paramount in the minds of my world exactly what you are,because what ties the bond between blood and water is not loyaltynor the falsity of words, but the beast within our heart.Everything will change tonight; for the good, the bad, or the worst.I cup a pool of water in my palms, throwing whatever droplets thatdon't slip through my fingers against my face. I'm washing awaythe final remnants of present Kadence, because no matter theoutcome of tonight's endeavours, I will be leaving behind afragment of myself. When the full moon rises, it will rot andblacken until it is no longer mine.There's a knock at the bathroom door, and I grunt in annoyance.Can I have just one minute to myself? Sage and Alan have beenshadowing me the entire day, trailing
Even though it's a story that's been told to me a thousand times, Icannot deny the swell in my throat when I think of my mother. It'san unquenchable inferno of pain, and agony, and memories, that Iblock off with a fractured wall. No weakness. Strength, only."Fight me," I say aloud, eager for a reprieve from this torturouswait. Sage furrows his eyebrows in hesitance."Go on, fight me," I repeat when Sage doesn't move. My fingerslatch onto his jacket as I tug him from the ground forcefully. Sincehis own Change two months ago, Sage has been wary to spar withme. It takes time after the Change to know your own strength, andI see his fear in injuring me."We've been through this. I'm not a pane of fragile glass, ready toshatter when I do fall. Besides, now fighting you is finallysomewhat of a challenge," I tease. His lips curve into a reluctantsmile as I guide him to a larger patch of grass."Fine. As y