The first thing I felt wasn't the warmth of my wedding bed, but the damp, biting chill of stone and the metallic taste of old blood. My shattered dreams , hopes and ambitions. My love, trust and loyalty, everything i ever hold dear, snatched away from me like taking meat away from a pup!
I laid there feeling the weight of the transformation my first time, being the time my world collapsed. One of the best days of a werewolf is your very first transformation, though extremely painful as almost every bone in your body breaks and realigns to form something formidable, your skin feels like it's burning as all the hairs violently come out.
Your fangs, teeth, claws all come out like knives piercing through your body. And all this happened while i turned into one of the originals. The ancient most powerful and first Werewolves.
That day was supposed to be the best day of my life, getting married to the Alpha and transforming to the most powerful breed of werewolf ever on my very first transformation.
It was something you can't even imagine nor dream of, but it actually happened to me, the lowest in the clan, the outcast, the weakest one.
It has been three days since my wretched wedding, three days since all my hopes and dreams, all my fears and failures came to reality.
I was trapped in my own body and it felt like a coffin, i couldn't get out nor could i stop the noise, howling and wailing that keeps playing over and over in my head. A nightmare that was fueled by violence and a massacre.
A black wolf, an Original being hunted, running through the woods alone and afraid, until it was cornered and suddenly gained strength to fight back. It's eyes changed to blue but with a bloodlust and it tear through other wolfs, it overpowered every single one, decapitating them limb from limb, at the end standing on a pile of dead wolfs. I could hear the wailing and howling of those that were still clinging to life hoping for a savior.
It was later surrounded by 7 mysterious figures and a White wolf that looked like Kael but much bigger, because it rival the size of the original and even though Kael is an alpha, they are only about half of an original in size and even less in speed, agility and strength.
What was strange about this nightmare was, every time I had it. It felt like i was in it, like something that had happened before or something that will happen but either way i am involved in it. But just as the Original and the white Alpha were about to collide, a mysterious hand always pulls me out and for a brief moment in all that violence and pain, i feel a bit of calm and Love, just like the White wolf described when my mother died. And I can't help but wonder if she's the one trying to pull me back.
This nightmare seems a lot like the prophecy Flynn's dad warned me about. Seeing it firsthand myself made me dread it. Is this what will become of me?
My fingers clawed at the dirt, searching for the pendant, until a heavy hand caught my wrist and a familiar voice urged me to stay silent. Save your strength he said, you've been out for three days now, it's a miracle you are even still in one piece, let alone being able to move or talk. I also felt morning sickness and nausea, something quite strange at that moment didn't feel right with me.
Your pendant is here, take some water.
Flynn looked like he had crawled through hell to get to me, his clothes shredded by the same chemicals that had turned the wedding ruins into a graveyard.
He explained how the smoke had blinded the guards just long enough for him to pull me into the hidden tunnels beneath the altar. And we've been here for three days, the same cave he and kael used to hide and Rio attacked them, because of the dangers of carrying me while being hunted could cause more damage to my already fragile body.
He told me how i have shivering even though there was a fire beside me day and night, how my lips cracked like it's from frostbite and my heartbeat almost slowed to a stop and i kept murmuring things in my dream and he could smell the fear from my faint breadth and how i shudder every time, calm down for a while and then start all over again.
He felt so helpless and useless watching me slightly fade away and he even thought, it's better to take me back to the ruins where there's a chance of survival than watch me die here.
I tried to sit up, but my body felt like it had been shattered and glued back together, a side effect of the Original wolf receding too quickly.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Kael's face—not the man I loved, but the Alpha who had stood frozen while the General pulled the trigger. I saw a man gripped by duty to his parents and fear of the Order.
Flynn's silence was heavier than his words, and I knew then that the world I had known only yesterday was completely gone.
Flynn has been patrolling the area making sure he wasn't followed, he has not been in contact with anyone for the whole three days and it is now an established fact that he helped me escape and he is also a fugitive now.
My fear now is for Flynn's dad if he won't be attacked or arrested. Since General Klaus had been looking for any excuse to attack him for a very long time. But Flynn assured me that day his father was the one that made all the plans of the daring escape and only he and a handful elders know about the tunnels. Though the chemical was Flynn's idea and he's yet to tell me where he got that kind of weapon.