(‘Scent’ Excerpt Chapter 3)
12th
September 2084
I survived…somehow I managed
to pull through the transition into a new Werewolf.
The first night I changed, I
broke my bedroom window and I tried to eat a townsperson but I was stopped by
Declan. The second night I changed, I
was locked inside my bathroom, unable to phase thanks to the DYSTAR with Dad
sitting with me. On the third night I
changed, again I was locked inside my bathroom, unable to phase with Grandfather
sitting with me.
I slept all day as I writhed
in agony thanks to the bloodlust, all night.
During the day I had Mum, Gran, Great Grandma and even Aunt Danika to
tend to me. The women fussed about as they took away my torn clothes to be
mended and they tried to feed me the meals they had prepared. But I wasn’t hungry and all I wanted to do
was sleep.
Then during the night I had
Dad, Grandfather, Grandpa and Uncle Julian to tend to me in their roles as
jailors. They kept me locked inside the
bathroom so I couldn’t escape and try to make a run for Alma
This was the worst
experience of my entire life. It was
even worse then the first day I got my period when I was 14 years old. It happened during a game of soccer with
Derik and the other boys when Rachel and Mandy waved me off the field so they
could whisper that a red patch was beginning to form on the back of my shorts. That day I thought I would die of
embarrassment, as Mandy calmly tied her jumper around my waist then she and
Rachel walked me home. However that day
now paled in comparison, when I rued the facts of life for being a female
human? These days I rued being the first
female Lokoti Werewolf.
Yet somehow I survived,
although I thought I would die from the pain the murderous bloodlust brought
upon for not indulging its dangerous craving.
But I didn’t die, instead I carried on.
Albeit, a broken bathroom mirror, a broken bedroom window and three sets
of torn clothes later; I survived the change into my new existence.
Last night, I went over to
my repaired window after I had showered and changed in my PJ’s for bed. I examined the handiwork of my father and
Uncle Ian as I admired their skill. The
new glass was perfectly cut and installed.
I sighed wistfully as I looked on the shiny new glass… if only my life
could be repaired so easily.
I didn’t want this because I
was scared of who I now was. The pack
along with my Werewolf relations were right there and willing to train me. The pack felt proud, even if they were
apprehensive that I was the new Lokoti Werewolf.
I was the first female
Lokoti Werewolf just as I was the Last Circulator. Boy, what a contradiction! I’m both the first
and last…oh no, that’s not complicating my life at all, is it?
Just as I took a step back
from the window to pull the curtains closed, I saw something. Or, I think I saw something… Hang on a
minute, what is that?
My eyes squinted and I think
my Werewolf-vision must have kicked in, when I could suddenly see clearer into
the dark woods. I spotted a pair of
glowing green eyes, watching me from the forest. Uncle Quinn, one of the Lokoti Werewolves
had glowing emerald green eyes but these glowing green eyes were a different
kind of green. They looked brighter and burned more fiercely, hungrily
even. They were Declan’s European
Werewolf eyes, I knew it.
He was watching me from the
woods, via my bedroom window but why was he spying on me? Was Declan guarding me somehow, to make sure
I didn’t make another run for the townspeople in Alma
I remembered his kiss three
nights ago, when he stopped me on the border.
I felt warm and a little giddy, as I recalled the heat which was
generated between us…that was until his huge jaws clamped down on a nerve in my
neck. Declan knocked me out cold, to
carry me back home. Bastard! I bet he
probably enjoyed rendering me unconscious even more than the kissing part!
As my way of saying ‘get
lost!’, I whipped the curtains closed before I climbed into bed and switched
off my lamp.
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