Phoebe
My blood boiled in anger when I locked my gaze on the full moon that was obscured by white puffy clouds outside my window. In no time, the clouds will disperse from the Moon, revealing a powerful naked Moon, shining in all its glory as all wolves would be connected to the Moon goddess. And by midnight, I would be howling like a shameless bitch alone in the woods after shifting and running. Except I wasn’t alone, my subjects would be howling alongside me.
I hated it.
The fact that I would be howling and hunting alone without the presence of other members of the Pack made my skin crawl. Werewolves were social animals that related well with one another, but I was on my own, left to rot in the past where there wasn’t anything to hunt because only my subjects and I were trapped in it.
It was sickening!
The long nights were sickening.
The loneliness was sickening.
The hopelessness was sickening.
The awkward silence was killing! Eating me up from the inside, driving me nuts!
I wanted to be free again.
Oh, how I longed to be amongst the company of other wolves aside from my disciples.
I craved to anywhere, anywhere except this past life, filled with emptiness and antiquities.
I couldn’t wait to kill and cause a great deal of destruction.
I couldn’t wait to terrorize people as I had always done.
I missed seeing the horrified look plastered on their faces as I ripped their neck apart, draining them of the blood that quenched my thirst.
I missed it when they begged for their life, making me feel like their master as their screams and agonizing pain sounded like sweet soft music to my ears.
That feeling of satisfaction washed through me.
I didn’t want to have my first shift the moment my paws hit the cold ground. It’s been a while since I let my wolf out and it was beginning to tell on me mentally.
The thought of fresh blood drove me and my wolf to a state of frenzy, I couldn’t wait to be drunk with blood when I got out of this prison. It’s been a while since I had a cup full of those and it made me madly thirsty.
I was so thirsty that I could drain hundreds of human blood, but it would cause me great satisfaction if it was just Esmeralda’s blood.
Esmeralda.
I couldn’t wait to rip her apart, shred her into a thousand pieces and throw her remnant to the wild dogs to feed on.
It was only a matter of time.
A pain soared through me as I struggled with my wolf to remain in control. The full Moon was almost out and my shifting process would soon begin.
My first shift made me hate my subsequent shifts. By the Moon goddess, I hated it with passion.
I remembered how foolishly anxious and excited I had been when I first shifted. The pain was agonizing as my bones cracked here and there, sharp canines replaced my teeth, my ears were prolonged and hairy, my muscles were firmer and longer and in a flash of light, my curvy body was replaced with that of a wolf.
“Please be strawberry, please be strawberry,” I had prayed fervently to the Moon goddess, but it turned out she was a bitch for ignoring my prayers.
I had closed my eyes in anticipation before opening them slowly, only to discover that I was blanketed in thick brown fur with white and black stripes.
How?
That was not the agreement!
With the heaviest heart and blinding rage, I let out a powerful loud howl before the Alpha, declaring war, not minding the consequences.
War against those that betrayed me.
I remembered dashing home naked, ignoring the warnings from my Pack as my mind was clouded in anger and my heart in excruciating pain.
I was hurt.
My heart was broken.
I had been deceived!
A deadly howl escaped my lips as I broke my father’s door in anger, demanding his presence, but he was out of town to god-knows-where.
How dare he betray my trust?
How dare he deny me of my birthright?
Was there someone else apart from me?
Was there someone else in the shadows?
I knew it couldn’t be my mum, I had the feeling in my guts.
It had to be my dad. He was a very handsome man that turned heads whenever he passed.
I was woken by the sound of light footsteps and scents. While one was familiar, the other was strange, but by the time my eyes flickered open, they were gone.
I remembered how furious my mum had been all day, but I couldn’t decipher. She was always a happy soul. My dad was unusually quiet while I was withdrawn, drowning in bitterness and self-pity.
“Pheebs,” My dad had called me aside in the middle of the day, which was unusual for him, “Can I have a word with you?” He shifted closer to me on the chair where I sat, nursing my broken heart.
Pheebs?
It was strange of him to call me by my nickname. Except he wanted to curry a favour from me.
“Traitor!” I yelled within me furiously as my inside raged with fire.
“Sit,” I replied coldly, looking anywhere apart from his face. I wasn’t in the mood for unnecessary chitchats.
“I don’t know if your mum told you anything, but I know that you must have heard something or overheard your mum’s words or you might have seen a strange person that spiked your curiosity,” He paused and took a deep breath.
“I have been hiding this for years but I know that today is the day to say it. I don’t know if it sits well with you, but please, try to understand,”
Understand what?!
A prolonged silence stretched between us as the tension filled the air. My heart raced in anticipation of his words and my body itched to know what it was.
I hope it wasn’t what I was thinking.
“Talk!” I almost screamed, irritated by the prolonged meaningless unending silence that hung between us.
“You have a sister, Phoebe,” He whispered softly as if on cue, confirming my doubts, “A half-sister,”
I stared at him with a horrid expression, as my heart sank into my stomach.
A sister? Or was I not hearing right?
I cleared my dry throat, “Older or younger?” I asked when I found my voice as my heart raced.
“Older sister. I had her way before I had you,” He confessed, placing a hand on my shoulder.
Blood drained from my pale face as tears welled up in my eyes before they flowed freely from my cheeks, staining my lap. I felt my pupils dilated, my eyes darkened as my wolf struggled to take over, promising to rip him apart, to make him pay for what he did to us.
“How dare you?!” I growled, emphasizing greatly on each word, pinning him with a deadly gaze as I launched at him.