lifted her
up into his arms despite her protests. She wasn't wearing shoes,
and the terrain was a bit rocky. He couldn't help relish the feel
of her in his arms after frantically searching for her, but he
hated the extra werewolf scent she carried. He never wanted that
for her, and he would punish Charlotte for doing this. No matter
what Joseph said, she needed to die.
Chapter
Nine
Werewolves
As Nate
carried me in his strong arms toward the cabin, I wanted to feel
safe and finally free. But that was just a dream. This horrible
ordeal was over, but another was just beginning. Charlotte wanted
to torture the men in her life that had rejected her, and in doing
so turned Lauren and me into werewolves. To Charlotte, we were just
pawns in her stupid game of revenge. I hated her for what she had
done to us.
But at the same
time… I can’t deny that I had wondered what it would be like to be
a werewolf. After all, I wouldn’t be young forever. And it only
made sense to be the same species as Nate. How could we be together
forever if I died of old age? Despite my thoughts, I never voiced
them because I knew how Nate felt. He hated what he was and would
never want it for me, no matter the reason. And now that I had
become a werewolf, I hated it too.
When I first
became sick this afternoon with a high fever, I wanted to go to
sleep and stay asleep until it was over. When my body started to
turn, the pain was so excruciating that I begged for death. But
instead, I became something different, an animal—a savage beast.
With that change, an incredible hunger burned inside me. I wanted
to taste blood and rip into anything that came my way.
I felt rage
when I smelled the two men in my hunting territory, and more
werewolves meant less prey for me. As soon as Nate took me down and
began talking, glimpses of my humanity began to come back. This was
the man I loved, and I had wanted to hurt him.
"Meg, are you
okay? Are you hurt?" Nate's voice was soft and filled with pain and
guilt. He blamed himself for what happened, and while I wanted to
comfort him, I couldn't. I wasn’t me anymore, I felt detached from
who I had once been.
I leaned my
head on his shoulders, taking comfort in his warmth, and his scent
that was so much stronger now that my senses were heightened. "I'm
fine, just worried about Lauren."
When we emerged
through the trees, a stray branch scratched my bare leg, but I
hardly noticed it as Nate moved quickly to the cabin. As he moved
closer, we could hear growls and moans from Lauren. Nate sped up,
running up the steps where he set me down. Since my feet were bare,
I could feel the dirt and coldness from the rough porch wood.
Inside the
cabin, Lauren was where I had left her. She was lying on the floor
with her clothes ripped and torn all around her. A throw blanket
covered her intimate parts. I glanced at Joe, thanking him
silently, for doing what I couldn’t when I was a wolf. A sheen of
sweat covered her now human body. Her hands were balled into fists,
and she was writhing in pain.
Joe was leaning
over her, gazing at her with his yellow eyes. His fingernails were
long and claw-like; he was fighting the call of the moon. “You’ll
be okay, love, I promise,” he murmured softly, rubbing her forehead
with his deformed hand. He glanced up helplessly up at us, not
knowing if what he said was true, but she needed the comforting
words.
As we watched,
tiny hairs began to grow all over her skin, her bones began to bend
and crack and her teeth grew into fangs. Her agonizing howls
pierced through the cabin making me cringe. I clung to Nate,
feeling helpless. Just as quickly as the change had begun, the hair
receded and the bones reshaped. Her cries rang out again, making my
heart ache.
"What's wrong
with her?" Joe yelled out. "Why can't she change?"
I glanced at
the man I loved, hoping he could help. But the hopelessness on his
face made my stomach drop.
"I don't know.
I’ve never seen this before."
Joe
up into his arms despite her protests. She wasn't wearing shoes,
and the terrain was a bit rocky. He couldn't help relish the feel
of her in his arms after frantically searching for her, but he
hated the extra werewolf scent she carried. He never wanted that
for her, and he would punish Charlotte for doing this. No matter
what Joseph said, she needed to die.
Chapter
Nine
Werewolves
As Nate
carried me in his strong arms toward the cabin, I wanted to feel
safe and finally free. But that was just a dream. This horrible
ordeal was over, but another was just beginning. Charlotte wanted
to torture the men in her life that had rejected her, and in doing
so turned Lauren and me into werewolves. To Charlotte, we were just
pawns in her stupid game of revenge. I hated her for what she had
done to us.
But at the same
time… I can’t deny that I had wondered what it would be like to be
a werewolf. After all, I wouldn’t be young forever. And it only
made sense to be the same species as Nate. How could we be together
forever if I died of old age? Despite my thoughts, I never voiced
them because I knew how Nate felt. He hated what he was and would
never want it for me, no matter the reason. And now that I had
become a werewolf, I hated it too.
When I first
became sick this afternoon with a high fever, I wanted to go to
sleep and stay asleep until it was over. When my body started to
turn, the pain was so excruciating that I begged for death. But
instead, I became something different, an animal—a savage beast.
With that change, an incredible hunger burned inside me. I wanted
to taste blood and rip into anything that came my way.
I felt rage
when I smelled the two men in my hunting territory, and more
werewolves meant less prey for me. As soon as Nate took me down and
began talking, glimpses of my humanity began to come back. This was
the man I loved, and I had wanted to hurt him.
"Meg, are you
okay? Are you hurt?" Nate's voice was soft and filled with pain and
guilt. He blamed himself for what happened, and while I wanted to
comfort him, I couldn't. I wasn’t me anymore, I felt detached from
who I had once been.
I leaned my
head on his shoulders, taking comfort in his warmth, and his scent
that was so much stronger now that my senses were heightened. "I'm
fine, just worried about Lauren."
When we emerged
through the trees, a stray branch scratched my bare leg, but I
hardly noticed it as Nate moved quickly to the cabin. As he moved
closer, we could hear growls and moans from Lauren. Nate sped up,
running up the steps where he set me down. Since my feet were bare,
I could feel the dirt and coldness from the rough porch wood.
Inside the
cabin, Lauren was where I had left her. She was lying on the floor
with her clothes ripped and torn all around her. A throw blanket
covered her intimate parts. I glanced at Joe, thanking him
silently, for doing what I couldn’t when I was a wolf. A sheen of
sweat covered her now human body. Her hands were balled into fists,
and she was writhing in pain.
Joe was leaning
over her, gazing at her with his yellow eyes. His fingernails were
long and claw-like; he was fighting the call of the moon. “You’ll
be okay, love, I promise,” he murmured softly, rubbing her forehead
with his deformed hand. He glanced up helplessly up at us, not
knowing if what he said was true, but she needed the comforting
words.
As we watched,
tiny hairs began to grow all over her skin, her bones began to bend
and crack and her teeth grew into fangs. Her agonizing howls
pierced through the cabin making me cringe. I clung to Nate,
feeling helpless. Just as quickly as the change had begun, the hair
receded and the bones reshaped. Her cries rang out again, making my
heart ache.
"What's wrong
with her?" Joe yelled out. "Why can't she change?"
I glanced at
the man I loved, hoping he could help. But the hopelessness on his
face made my stomach drop.
"I don't know.
I’ve never seen this before."
Joe
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