Diana
With a start, I jerk up in a panic, my body vibrating with tension as my head whips around the room in alarm; my pupils blown wide as my eyes dart around, looking for the threat. I am completely disoriented and it takes me a full minute before I finally remember where I am, and another, for my racing heart to slow down.
My body sags from the rush of adrenaline and I collapse limply back on the bed, staring up at the dirty ceiling in a daze.
I’m safe…this is a human territory…I’m safe…they haven’t found me… and my mind whispers a dark ‘yet’.
As I bring my breath back under control, I slowly turn on my side, curling up in a fetal position and hugging my knees to my chest. A hiss escapes my lips as the movement sends sharp zaps of pain coursing through my body, reminding me of the multiple aches and bruises on my person. Injuries that I had accrued; more piling on top of the existing ones day after day- injuries I had had no time to treat, much too busy running for my life.
It had been a couple of weeks since I left the Zervos Pack and had to run as if the hounds of hell were after me…and in a way, they were…
I had religiously taken Billy’s advice and skirted around the wolf territories that I could avoid, and those that I couldn’t, I had sneaked through. And most often than not, I almost got caught- the cuts and bruises on my body are a testament to the close calls I have had while passing through those territories. But always, by some form of miracle, or maybe divine intervention, I managed to escape.
A couple of days after leaving my pack, just as I thought that I had gone far enough, I arrived at the outskirts of a pack just to be appalled when the guards took one look at me and seemed to recognize me. They had even called out to me. By name.
Ice chilled my blood as my heart sharply sank at the implication of what that meant. Not planning on being stupid enough to stay to find out, I turned around sharply and ran away, but not before catching the word “criminal” shouted by one of them and my heart sank even lower.
I managed to catch a bus at the last second- right before one of the bulky guards caught me. I didn’t even have the luxury to care where the bus was headed, as long as it took me far away.
That encounter told me two things. One; the Zervos Pack is looking for me. And two; they had publicly declared me a wanted fugitive.
That experience had taught me a valuable lesson. No matter how much I wanted to conserve my funds, it would be useless if I got caught. So from then on, I always made sure to use the public transport. If I could, I would hitch-hike- that is until I got too filthy for any drivers to pick me up.
I survived on cheap doughnuts, chips and coffee from small diners. Sometimes when I was desperate enough, I would eat out of the garbage cans behind restaurants.
I slept in the streets, alleyways and shelters. Always on the run. Always with my head looking over my shoulder.
I finally made it to this place- where THIS is I don’t know, but for some reason, it seems to be far removed from any other werewolf territory. Even more odd though is that the wolves that had been chasing me from the pack I had just passed through for some reason stopped when I got close to this place.
Though as a wolfless Were, my senses are pitifully weak, I am still able to recognize the presence of my kind. However, upon getting here, I didn’t feel any barrier signifying that the place had been claimed by a pack. So far, it’s the safest any place has ever seemed to me.
Therefore, my best bet is to stay a couple of days to rest and heal up, and maybe make some cash before leaving. I wouldn’t feel safe until I put a couple hundred, or a thousand more miles between I and the Zervos Pack.
Dark thoughts of what is awaiting me back there should I let myself get caught makes a shudder of horror run down my spine and my body subconsciously curls tighter into itself.
A pang in my belly reminds me that I haven’t eaten anything in two days. Wincing, I uncurl my stiff limbs and get down from the bed, trudging my body that feels too heavy to the bathroom.
I wait for the water to get hot before stepping into the tray. The hot water beating down on my body feels heavenly on my aching limbs- a price I am willing to pay regardless of its sting on my open wounds. I use the soap bar to thoroughly wash my body and hair of the dirt and grime that had accumulated over the past weeks.
Staring at my reflection in the steamed-up mirror, I find that I still look like shit- but at least now I’m clean shit.
DianaAt the door, hesitant to leave the safety of my room, I peek out first to make sure that there’s no one suspicious lurking. What if they’ve already found me? What if they’re outside, just waiting for me to come out so they can catch me? My anxiety spikes as numerous paranoid thoughts run through my mind. The larger part of my brain reminds me that this is a human territory but the fear is ever present. I grimace when my stomach growls loudly. If the old clock hanging on the wall is right, it's past noon already and the last thing I ate was a stale sandwich two days ago. I peek out one more time to make sure it’s safe before stepping out and locking the door behind me. Getting directions for the nearest diner from the very bored receptionist at the front desk, I walk out of the motel and stare contemplatively at the only road there. Going left would take me out of town. Yanking the hood more firmly over my head, I go right. Apart from what seems to be an abandoned car repa
DianaI don’t walk back out with the job.Apparently, they had just hired someone yesterday- I'm literally just a few hours late. I’m not discouraged though. I have a whole pamphlet full of restaurants, diners and cafes. I’m sure I’ll get something.I leaf through the pamphlet for the nearest one and realize it’s quite far. I would take a cab there but unfortunately, I’m broke as hell.Slipping my hand into my pocket, I take out the crumpled bills I have left and count them. The balance makes me wince. With the pitiful amount I have left, there’s barely enough for one more meal. And then after that, I’m screwed. Thankfully, I had paid for a day's stay at the motel so I at least have shelter for the next few days. But unless I get a job soon, I’m out in the streets.Well, walking it is then. Five restaurants, four cafes and one bar later, and my earlier optimism has been stumped to dust. I realise just how naive I had been.It is incredibly hard to find employment.To be honest, I d
Diana My eyes dart to the gas station store but the employee isn’t looking out here, I can see that he’s got headphones in and that his attention is focused on his phone. Even if I were to shout, the glass door and windows are all shut so the likelihood of him hearing me is slim.At this moment, I become painfully aware of just how secluded this place is. Not just the employee. No one would hear me.A chill spreads through my limbs and my hands glow clammy. I turn around and start to speed walk back the way I came, hoping and praying that they would just go back to what they were doing and leave me alone. But my luck has never been that good. Regret floods my veins at the foolishness of my actions this night.Stupid! Stupid! I should have waited till tomorrow…“Hey!” Out the corner of my eye, I notice that they start to walk even faster, closing the space between us. My heart sinks and I break out into a run but they react immediately. They fan out and flank me on both sides. One
DianaIt happened so fast that the man didn’t even have time to scream. One second, he’s still here, and the next, a sickening crunch sounds in my ear and then he’s gone.Warm blood splashes onto my face, flows down my cheeks and drips down my chin, but I’m too dazed to care. All I am able to do is lay there, eyes wide as I listen to the creature tearing into the man. The sounds; a cacophony of ripping flesh, crunching bones, and guttural growls, echo through the stillness of the wilderness like a macabre symphony of nature’s brutality.“Ahhhhhh!” the short one screams, turns around and runs away. He trips, and falls, but scrambles back up and continues to run. In his fear, he doesn’t even realize that rather than running in the direction we came from, he’s heading deeper into the woods.Of the two remaining men, one falls to the ground and a pungent smell starts to emit from him. He had pissed himself.The next second, we hear a piercing scream of terror coming from the direction of
Chapter 16Dominicus The air is filled with bone-cracking snaps and animalistic growls. Each movement reverberates within me excruciating agony as my muscles contract and elongate- reshaping my form. It’s a slow and laborious transition, as my body struggles to shed its lupine form and reclaim its human identity.It’s been so long since I’ve changed back that my body has almost forgotten how to do so.With each agonizing twist and contortion, guttural groans and grunts escape me. The sound of flesh tearing and reforming echoes in my ears, punctuated by the heavy thuds of my paws as I slam them against the forest floor. Thuds become slaps as paws turn into hands.Amidst the tumultuous transformation, the silence of the night is broken only by my labored breaths.And then finally, as the last vestiges of fur recede and the final bones settle into place, there is silence.Agile, my limbs slowly stretch until I’m standing on my bare feet. I flex my fingers and crack my neck. Keeping my e
DianaThe remnants of a restless night cling to me like cobwebs. Sleep, when it finally came, offered no escape. The images that replayed were relentless, chasing me until the first sliver of dawn crept through the window. By the time I shower and dress, a knot of dread sits heavily in my stomach.I need to find a job today. No, I MUST find a job today. There are just no other options for me. The meagre sum in my pocket wouldn’t stretch further than breakfast. Stepping out into the cool morning air, I take a deep breath. The sky is barely awake and the world is hushed and still.Calculating the time, the shops should just be opening by the time I make it into town. I think about the gas station with the ‘Help Wanted’ sign that’s looking for a salesperson…NO.The thought brings a physical recoil and a surge of nausea that threatens to rise. I will never go back there.Rubbing my arm against the morning chill, I set off down the road. Before I'd taken five steps, a jolt of icy fear sn
DianaI rub the back of my neck as I drag my exhausted body out the kitchen. Every single joint in my body aches. I have been on my feet since morning but thankfully, I am done with my duties for the afternoon. I have a few more hours till I have to come back to make dinner so I should be able to squeeze in a nap in the meantime…“Ahhh!”I scream as pain explodes on my shin- a force making my body fly forward. Next thing I know, I find myself sprawled face-first on the hard ground. The fall is a nasty one as sharp pain explodes in my nose. The attack had been so sudden that my flailing hands had done nothing to catch my fall. It also didn’t help that my reflexes are near non-existent. With a whimper, I scramble to my hunches, crouching on the balls of my feet as my hands instinctively come up to cup my face. A viscous red liquid stains my fingers. I feel it gush down my nostrils and drip down my chin and neck, before seeping into the front of my shirt, quickly staining the top of th
DianaMy house, if it could even be called that, is situated at the furthest reaches of the Omega District, slightly removed from the small identical houses making up the homes of the Omega. By the time I get to it, I am already out of breath and have to slow to a jog. Eyes trained to the ground, I ignore the perpetual looks of ridicule and schadenfreude thrown my way from the Omegas, and speed walk the rest of the way with my hand clutching the bloody tissue to my face.I hastily shut the door behind me, cutting off those sharp eyes. Ignoring the trembling that runs precariously throughout the entire house at the slight movement, I sag against the worn wood of the door and slide to the floor.With a painful sigh, I let the tissue fall soundlessly to the floor, the bleeding had finally stopped… I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. my head falls back against the door with my eyes fall shut. A single tear escapes, silently, out my closed lid, coming from the de