Powerful energy

Xendy had searched for his mate all over the world for the last century with no success. On every continent, he paid a visit, and he came out empty.

His mate situation had led him to travel to the far end of America.

Running away from a tragedy he called life, he did not want to see the look on his pack member's faces when he completely turned human and be stripped of the Alpha title.

He failed his pack. And he had come to terms that he would no longer be. He would no longer be there for his pack members to protect them. He failed his people and now Yendy was playing tricks on him.

He called a mere bird a peacock, 'Their mate'.

Xendy felt sad at the turn of events. How can a bird be his Luna?

How could this bird be their partner for life and soulmate? How can this bird that is not human or werewolf or any other supernatural being complete them and make them whole again?

Bring their life back from the crutches of death that are now swallowing them bit by bit completely.

His ending was becoming too tragic, even for him. He knew his time was up and he had come to terms that it was all over, especially when his mind-link stopped working on his way to Zanzibar.

In the werewolf world, the first indication of someone's death in the pack is the mind link cut off from his pack.

Then suddenly... Xendy felt a power rush running through his veins, and all the mind links even those not from his pack bashed into his head.

It looked like in that split second he got his life back. Not just his life, but more to it. So much more than he could ever imagine. He growled loudly. Whether it was out of instinct or happiness, he could not tell.

Another involuntary growl that he made surprisingly pushed away the wolf on top of his bird. The wolf flew away like an arrow, stooping as if aimed in the air to drop dead on the branch of a faraway tree.

The branch protruded through the wolf's stomach, hanging the limp body in the air while blood dripped through its fur down to the ground.

Xendy was still in awe of what was happening when the pack of mere wolves that were all going to join the meal, in tearing away the bird, were too close, mid-way between Xendy and the bird.

All turned around after what happened to their pack member and launched at Yendy.

Neither Xendy nor Yendy did anything but in a split second thunder reflected in Yendy's golden eyes, the sky too dark, with clouds covering it, turning a bright day into a night in seconds, the roar of thunder echoing loudly around the Park.

The wolves growled in fear as sparkles of lightning traveled through all their bodies in a flash, dropping all of them dead in one shot.

The tsunami in the area was extraordinary, pushing everything and everyone around, everything and everyone flying all over the sky.

The push was too great to withstand, but it didn't seem to touch or affect Xendy or the bird that had fainted in the middle of the thick forest.

Yendy walked in slow motion to the bird. All that was being heard at the moment where the sound of his paws as they hit the ground, and the strong, powerful energy radiating from his body.

With each step he took, everything stopped around him, falling back into its original place. Yendy picked up the bird into his hold.

Xendy was busy counterplaying what just happened in his body at the moment and what it meant. Was this how the ending looked like before the final blow?

But also at the back of his head, he was still troubled and could not shake off the hope growing in him from what he heard from Yendy and all the powers still flowing through him.

Suddenly Yendy stopped and stared, frozen in place.

Xendy was cut short by his thoughts and forced to take notice of what was happening. When he brought his mind to reality, it registered to him why Yendy froze. The bird was awake.

******

Lost in consciousness. Among her very first memories with her mother creeps into Iyya's head. That day, she was asking her mother about her favorite tale. “Where did you learn the tale of the werewolves and weredragons' mama?”

“I learned it from my parents, and they learned from their parents, and one day you will teach your children about it too.”

“You have never told me about your parents.”

“They were taken from me the same day both my parents cut off my hands and legs when I was very young. At the same age as you right now, Iyya.”

That answer scared Iyya, and she held on to her mother tightly as she inquired more. “Why did they do something like that to you, mama?”

“Because they loved me so much, just like I love you.” Iyya let go of her mother and blinked. Studying her mother with worries written all over her face. “Are you going to cut my legs and hands, too?”

“No... No… I won't do that to you, my baby. Don't be scared of me. I wanted this too. They did what they did because they wanted me to be safe. This was the only way out.

“This was the only way that kept me alive. It was not an easy decision and I thank them for that. I do not know where they got the courage, but looking back. I am so proud of them.

“We all believed me staying like this was the solution. That would make me survive but also be likable in our community. Because by then all our neighbors feared us.

“But our neighbors don't fear us, mama! They take care of us. And they love us!”

“Yes, they do, my lovely girl. The world I lived in back then doesn't exist here. So, we are safe now. Things are better, the world here is better. You won't be running away, Iyya.

“You won't be living in fear. There is no war here. This is Zanzibar. The island of peace, as everyone calls it. This is a future my father and forefather looked up to.

“A world with no more suffering and fear. A world that was given to me by my first-ever friend who wanted to see a better day. I will not be cutting your legs or arms off.

“But keep in mind and remember times change, and if ever the time comes. It will be your choice to keep or cut your arms and legs yourself.”

At the thought of cutting her own legs and arms and the fear creeping into her, she shouted, “No…” and she opened her eyes.

Gaining consciousness. Iyya blinks as she opens her eyes more to a large body on top of her in an unfamiliar environment, away from the memory she was in.

She couldn't see its face, but it was an enormous animal covered in black fur, and the smell of blood brought her back to her environment. She is a bird now, and she is in Serengeti Park.

And a large wolf wanted to kill her. There is too much blood everywhere. ‘Is it my blood? Am I dying?’ Iyya questions herself.

No one in the middle of the forest bushes was going to help a Peacock, everyone was going to leave her for the dead or make her a meal for breakfast.

It almost felt peaceful to think of dying, but she didn't want to die, accompanied by more pain than she was already in.

She wished there was just a simple way to just die peacefully and be able to meet her mom and dad; she missed them so much.

At that moment, her whole life flashed in her eyes. The happy and sad times, the fear and failure.

And the only good memory that makes the list in the past five years is the relief she felt as a memory of the handsome man from yesterday.

While lost in her thoughts, a roar vibrating just above her head, from the gigantic animal above her brings her back to her senses, before her senses register more…….

‘Not again, please lord, not again,’ Iyya prays desperately. Her mind knows what that means.

She is back to square zero, in the hands of another extremely big wolf. Her mind knows what that means. Her flesh was going to be torn to pieces any minute now.