Chapter
4
Something
shifted next to me and I slumped sideways onto the ground. Snapping
my eyes open at the sudden pain radiating from my shoulder, I sat up.
Surprisingly I hurt far less than the last time I'd awoken, but the
hot ache had only grown stronger. My skin felt tight and the texture
of my clothes brushing against was vivid and raw. Finn had stretched
out along the ground to grab an apple and woken me. Hunger gnawed at
my stomach as well so following his example I gathered a few myself.
Looking to the sky, I grimaced. Sunset. I'd slept almost a full day.
A faint thumping grew steadily louder and Jaron strode into the
clearing followed by a dozen people I didn't recognize along with the
big bald man, Kelber, and the skinny man from yesterday. They all
dressed in clothes clearly looted from our village and carried people
I did recognize.
"Dad!"
He
was unconscious over the shoulder of a large brown-haired man with
dark eyes. Dried Blood coated his face and a crude attempt had been
made at bandaging his eye and ear. His pants and shirt were stained
red but I couldn't make out any injuries other than a badly torn leg
under the mess of his clothing.
Our
fellow villagers were dumped in the center of the clearing raising a
chorus of groans and whimpers. There were fewer of them than there
should have been. Out of near sixty of us there couldn't be more than
thirty left. Rushing to dad's side I checked his wounds. Besides the
ear and eye his worst injury was his ankle, which was bent to the
side unnaturally with the whiteness of bone visible up against the
skin. His breath pressed faintly against my face. He was alive.
Silent tears slid down my cheeks as I held him.
"Ali!"
"June!
Mr's Mariet! I'm so glad you're alive! Where's Pieter?"
June's
happy expression at finding me alive soured, replaced quickly with
anger followed immediately by sorrow.
"Just
there." She pointed to the edge of the gathering. "He's
breathing, but he hasn't woken up at all, not even when they tried
hurting him!"
True
to her word Pieter lay on his back upon the grass. Laying dads head
gently back on the ground I moved to kneel beside Pieter. His jaw
slanted wrongly off the one side, clearly badly broken, and the
entire right side of his face was a mottled purple and black.
Fury
filled me. My glare found Jaron. He stood off to the side, his people
at his back and Kelber at his side. They laughed and milled about
completely untouched by the suffering around them, suffering they had
caused. We were in the grasp of true monsters; monsters who
apparently wanted to make us like them.
With
that thought my fury was joined by an equal amount of fear and I
turned away. Finn and I tried to make everyone as comfortable as
possible before we sat together with June, each being careful not to
jostle our injuries. Shouldn’t I be in more pain? I could still
feel the pull on the torn skin of my shoulder every time I moved, but
it was just pressure and the tingling hot aching.
"Is
this everyone?" Finn asked June.
"I
think so."
They
both looked extremely pale and I’m sure I was the same.
"Where-
What are they doing with the bodies?" June’s voice was quiet
and quivered slightly, as if she didn’t really want to know the
answer.
Looking
over to Old Joe our eyes met and he answered simply.
"You
mean they're not in the village?"
"No."
"Then
don't think about it. It's not important right now, just keep doing
what you can for them." He nodded to the worst off in the
clearing center.
"Oh
gods! How can this be happening?!" June exclaimed.
"Hah.
You ain't seen nothing yet girlie. The real show's about to start."
Looking up we found Kelber leering down at us. He gestured towards
Joe, Mayor Thomas and the others propped up next to the trees. I
couldn't see what he was getting at and just as I went to look away
pale moonlight fell upon them. With sudden gasps twin beacons of
amber lit up the faces of everyone whose skin the light touched. A
sudden cacophony of cracks and grinding bone drowned out their groans
a moment later.
"Time
to cull the weak from the strong!" Jaron's exclamation was met
by cheers from his people that quickly grew more guttural, but I was
unable to tear my eyes away from the spectacle in front of me.
My
friends, the people I'd grown up with, were transforming into
monsters before my eyes. Old Joe started coughing, convulsing
violently on the ground. A few moments later he spasmed and went
still, his face towards me. I watched as life faded from his eyes,
followed soon after by the amber glow that had taken it from him. The
ethereal light crawled across the clearing towards me. The aching
heat I'd been feeling grew to an inferno as it crept ever closer,
shining upon the grass. June struggled to stand, screaming, while
Finn remained staring slack jawed.
Leaping
to my feet, I grabbed dad under the arms. Ignoring my pain, I
desperately dragged him away from the moonlight.
"Finn!
Help June!"
With
a shudder Finn seemed to realize he should be doing something, but it
was too late. The same amber light spilled from their eyes and they
joined the others frantically pulling at their clothes, choking on
screams.
"Youu
can'tt runnn fromm thee moooooon-lighhttt spearrr girllll"
Ignoring
Jaron's twisted taunt, I pulled with all my strength once more,
dragging dad another few feet. He was too big, too heavy; and my left
arm wouldn't work right, the agony in my shoulder too debilitating.
The light only gained ground despite my efforts, sliding over the
edge of dads scuffed leather boots onto the bare skin of his injured
leg. His eyes snapped open shining like all the rest. Letting go, I
stumbled backwards, falling to one side on the grass.
"No.
Stop this!" I pleaded without knowing who I was pleading too.
Large,
clawed hands closed around my shoulders, pulling me to my feet,
facing me towards the light. The moonlight fell upon my face and a
bolt of energy raced through me. Like feeding oil to a fire, the
inferno inside me exploded outwards and I felt my skin stretch,
unable to contain it. The grip on my shoulders released and I fell to
my hands and knees screaming. My ribs flexed outward as muscles
twisted, bulged and grew taut. I felt my jaw crack and begin to push
out, growing fangs forcing my teeth apart. Pain filled every nerve
but even it was not left unchanged, the fire inside consumed it, the
pain evaporating into a strange sense of release. Staring down at my
fingers in front of me among the grass, I watched with burning eyes
as long black talons sprouted and grew. My new claws dug into the
soil involuntarily as my hands shifted and changed, becoming almost
paws but with longer more dexterous fingers. Light brown, almost red
fur erupted all over and my poor shredded blouse finally ripped
completely. With a series of cracks and pops I felt my spine curve,
forcing me to hunch further forward on the ground.
Panting,
I realized it was over. A sudden howl started behind me and new,
alien instincts pushed me to add my voice to theirs. Others joined
the howl and it built until I needed
to
join in. Thrusting my head backwards I howled for all I was worth. As
it died down a large black werewolf, Jaron, growled.
'Follow.
Hunt.'
Somehow,
I understood and a desire, a need
to obey the alpha of the pack overcame me. New alien thoughts and
feelings mingled with my own. Part of me realized I wasn't thinking
straight, that I'd changed, but an equal new part of me felt nothing
but exhilaration.
Jaron
took off up out of the valley and we followed into the forest beyond.
Air rushed through my fur, filling my ears as they twitched and
swiveled strangely atop my head. Sounds and smells filled my mind
with new explicit detail, a tapestry that had always been there just
beyond my senses. The darkness barely hindered my vision as I ran,
following the pack. New instincts guided me and flexing powerful
muscles I leapt over a fallen log, dashing swiftly through the
underbrush. A sense of freedom filled me. Moonbeams filtered through
the canopy; shafts of light dancing with the movement of the leaves
above. It felt right, like I belonged with the pack among the trees
and brush. Yet at the same time a small sense of wrong
and fear at
the back of my mind persisted despite my new feelings.
Suddenly
we changed direction and I smelt something warm, something alive; the
scent of freshly kicked up dirt and wind beneath the trees. The new
part of me that reveled in the strength was suddenly ravenous,
flushed with the desire to hunt, to kill.
Rushing
through me it took full control as the thrill of the hunt stole what
little focus I'd retained and the chase overtook me. We approached
from downwind of our quarry, silent but for the soft pad of paw on
grass. Loping swiftly, we broke from the trees with such speed that
the small herd of grazing deer next to a large, clear pond never had
time to truly escape. We allowed them to run for a few moments,
drawing out the hunt, before Jaron leapt upon a large buck.
Immediately I pounced upon the nearest prey, an older doe, bringing
her to the ground with my jaws closed on her neck. Whipping my head
to the side, I bit down hard. A single sharp crack and her struggles
ceased beneath me. A quick death. Warm blood filled my mouth, running
between my fangs. It was delicious, a rich tapestry I'd never tasted
before. I was starving. Ripping and tearing I ate my fill, seeking
the parts that smelt the best to my new senses.
Once
sated, I raised my head to gaze out upon the rest of the pack among
the trees and my elation at a successful hunt faded. Deer littered
the ground and a sense of unstoppable power filled me. Some of the
others danced around a pair of adolescent fawns, taking turns swiping
them with their claws, reveling in their pain and fear, in their own
strength. A feral desire to join them and show my own strength washed
through me, but at the same time a sense that this was cruel, wrong
occupied the same space. Frozen in place I tried to reconcile the
conflicting thoughts fighting for control. Behind the urge to join
in, a small sense of confusion came from the new part of my mind.
Hunting was for food, drawing out the prey's pain and death was
pointless. Watching a moment, the sense of confusion only grew.
Leveraging the confusion, the sense of wrongness won. Some control
returned and suddenly what they were doing was repulsive.They
were torturing helpless fawns, getting off on it, and I'd wanted to
join them? I felt sick.
Tasting blood and feeling it covering my fingers I looked down at my
furred paw-like hands. I'd changed more than just physically, that
much was clear. From what was happening in front of me it was obvious
the others had as well.
Staring
at my sticky, red stained fur, a bottomless pit opened up in my
stomach, I felt empty inside. I’m a monster.
Raising
my head, I found a brown furred werewolf pacing toward me. Sniffing
the air out of instinct, his scent identified him as Kelber. My new
instincts rose up again, only this time in complete agreement with my
old self. Crouching, I bared my teeth, a growl rumbling up my throat
involuntarily. Stopping a few feet in front of me he stared into my
eyes, seeming enraged at my reaction.
'Submit.'
I
felt no need to obey him as I had Jaron and if he thinks I'm letting
him anywhere near me he's got another thing coming.
My
growl continued unabated and Kelber stretched himself up to his full
height, advancing claws outstretched. His muscles tensed just before
he charged, attempting to knock me to the ground. From my crouched
position it was easy to dart forward, thrusting upward into his
stomach with my claws. The strength of my new muscles surged and his
feet left the ground. Forward momentum from his rush caused him to
fly a short distance before slamming headfirst into the trunk of a
large tree. He recovered quickly, scrambling up in only a few
moments; although he continued shaking his head as if to clear it
even after he gained his feet.
Kelber
began gathering himself for a second charge when Jaron stepped
between us, human once more.
"Looks
like we've a fight on our hands." His gaze flickered over me
from head to toe, grinning. "Little miss spear-girl won't go
easily to hands and knees like a good bitch aye Kel? I'm not one to
turn down free entertainment. Go on then." He stepped back.
Rage
rose within me, along with a feral anticipation for the fight to
come. I'd show him who the real bitch was here.
We
stared at each other, neither making a move. If he wanted me, he'd
have to come to me, so I waited. This time, he approached slowly,
taking cautious steps forward until he stood just beyond my reach.
Lightning fast he jumped forward arms outstretched, attempting to
grapple me the ground. Yet I was faster still, as he began to move I
saw my opening and took it. With his arms raised to encircle me I
simply leapt directly at him. Colliding with his torso, the force of
my leap knocked him onto his back with me directly on top of him.
Not
wasting any time, I swiped furiously at his neck. The scent of blood
from the deer already saturating the air grew thicker as I ripped
bloody chunks from his throat with feral glee. Kelber bucked upwards
and threw me to the side. I felt to the forest floor, jumping back to
my feet the moment after impact.
Spinning
around, I found Kelber crouched low, one hand clutching his throat,
the blood pulsing from his throat had already began to slow as his
unnatural healing kicked in. I howled in furious joy and scenting his
fear, his weakness I pressed my advantage. Darting forward I went to
rake my claws across his face but he blocked with a forearm and
backpedaled. I matched him step for step growing more and more angry
as he deflected my swipes with his arms until finally I threw myself
at him. He didn't waste his chance. Thrusting his claws outward, the
force of my own leap worked against me. His right hand glanced off
bone but I felt my ribs crack and his left -hand claws dug deeply
into my upper right torso. My own blood joined his on the air, pain
washed through me and I was suddenly short of breath as blood bubbled
up my throat. Then I landed on him, crushing him to the ground with
my weight. Gripping his arm, I ripped his hand out of my chest,
ignoring the flash of agony that accompanied it. Opening my jaw wide
I crunched down on his hand savoring his blood as it ran across my
tongue. I felt his bones breaking and he roared in agony, desperately
gripping my muzzle with his free hand, trying to pry me off.
Releasing his hand, I gripped his shoulder, raising one arm, swiping
downwards with all my might towards his face.
"Enough!"
Powerful
hands stopped me mid swing, lifting me off the whining, whimpering
little bitch and threw me to the side. Slamming into to the ground a
second time, I was slower to recover, panting desperate for air as my
right lung failed me. Crawling to my hands and knees, spitting blood,
I looked over to Kelber. Jaron stood between us, staring at me.
Sliding my gaze off him I found a blood covered lump lying on the
grass behind him.
Jaron
stared at me and all thoughts of continuing, fell away. Still, I'd
won. I felt the urge to howl my victory but didn't have the air to do
so. I relaxed. Now that the fight was over the pain I'd been ignoring
came to the forefront and I looked down. Fuck. He had made a ruin of
my torso. It looked as though I'd been impaled on a spear and I was
utterly drenched in blood; his blood from when I tore his neck open,
and mine from the gaping hole in my chest. The anger returned and
placing a hand over the wound I glared over at Kelber once more. I
wanted to kill him, but Jaron wouldn't allow it, that much was clear
from the way he watched me as he stood between us.
I
couldn't get enough air, but as I sat panting it slowly grew easier
and I could feel my lung healing. Glancing around I found the others
watching me, bloodlust shining in their eyes.
"We'll
return to village to sleep and get some clothes. Then I hear there's
some peddlers on their way to the city with news of our attacks,
giving away our location." He grinned at us sadistically. "We
can’t have that.”
We
all watched as Jaron shifted into werewolf form in front of us.
Forcing
Kelber to his feet, howling a successful hunt and with another
'Follow',
he entered the trees.Pressure
to obey his command filled my mind, growing by the moment. I fought
to resist howling and succeeded in releasing only a quiet whine.
Instead I took what small rebellion I could and dashed to the pond
where the deer had grazed.
The
splash of cold water brought me fully back to lucidity and I found
myself filled with a raging hurricane of emotion. I hated Kelber. He
just expected me to submit to him simply because he wanted me and
thought himself the big strong man and me the weak little girl. I'd
showed him just who was weak and I felt nothing but satisfaction
about it. Bright sparks of bloodlust and desire mixed with confusion,
horror and revulsion at the others torturing helpless fawns and
getting off on it. And finally, I felt fear. Fear stemming from the
fact that I didn't understand some of my own thoughts and emotions,
knowing that I'd never have felt like this before. Fear that I was
and forever would be a monster. Even that was tinged with confusion,
the new part of me not understanding why I'd feel that way. I’d
torn out someone's throat without the slightest hesitation and all
I’d felt was glorious bloodlust driving me forward. Finally, there
was Jaron. A disturbing mix of fear, hatred, awe and submission came
to the forefront as I thought his name. He'd done this to us, killed
so many...and yet he was the alpha, wasn't it his right?
The
whirlwind of emotion tore at me, threatening to tear me apart and I
whimpered, covering my eyes a moment as I tried to regain control of
myself.
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Running
through the trees was a different experience now that I'd shaken off
some of the instincts overrunning me during the hunt. I still felt
the power, the freedom, but they were outweighed by my growing
knowledge that Jaron was right. I had changed in both mind and body,
and so had the rest of Glimmerdale; those that survived anyway. It
happened so quickly, one moment I was a human girl, the next a
ravenous beast. A monster.
I
caught up to the others back at the clearing amongst the apple trees,
just outside town. Jaron had become human again and was putting on
clothes. While everywhere werewolves dragged corpses away. I hadn't
realized so few of us survived, the bodies of my former townspeople
littered the ground.
Stopping
beside Joe's twisted corpse I stared down, crying silently. He lay
curled up in the grass, a frozen expression of agony upon his face.
Jaron was right again, the weak had been culled from the strong.
Only, the strong died instead of letting themselves become monsters,
and Joe was the strongest of us.
Looking
up from Old Joe my gaze passed over lifeless faces but I couldn't
find my dad. Relief filled me but it came with an equal amount of
guilt and uncertainty. I was so happy he was alive yet also uncertain
if this was a fate worse than death. Either way guilt plagued me for
having our little family remain intact while so many others were
shattered or wiped out entirely. On top of that, shouldn't I feel
more grief? There was sadness, but it was distant, an entire lifetime
ago; the change had taken it too, leaving a dull ache far less raw
than when I'd sat with Finn just yesterday.
“Guess
he was weak after all.” Jaron spoke to me from the clearing center
before addressing everyone. "We'll burn the bodies tomorrow
before we leave." His lips spread in a sinister smile. "We've
places to be."
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