The Enslaved Wolf Queen

A Change

Adelaide POV:

We moved to the bedroom, which was not what I expected... When Daniel said he had a surprise for me, I expected rose petals and candlelight, but thinking of it, that was stupid. We were hunters. Why would he even think that I wanted that? The furniture was plain and as I stood taking it in, he was behind me, helping me out of my jacket. I turned around to face him, I threw my hands around his neck and kissed him deeply. "Are you sure?" He asked, and I nodded, looking up at him with the most seductive eyes that I could muster, "I am." He went back to kissing me, we spun, and then I pushed him down to sit on the bed and straddled him as we continued kissing. I wanted this. I know I did, then why did it feel so wrong? I moved to his neck, kissing and trailing my tongue over his main artery, and for some reason I could hear the blood pumping to his heart in my ears, my teeth wanted to sink into his flesh. "A bit excessive," he said pushing me off, "what?" I asked, "the biting," he said, and I looked at him confused, "I didn't mean to." Before we could continue, we heard voices and he got up and went to the window, "your guests are here," he smiled and I rolled my eyes playfully, "don't you mean your sisters." He laughed and left me alone in the room as he ran down stairs. I felt a pit in my stomach like something bad was going to happen tonight. I walked to the window, looking down at the expensive cars. Why did things feel so strange?

"Adelaide!" Called Daniel, "coming!" I left the window and went downstairs. The strange feeling didn't leave me.

It was 6PM and the sound system was blasting, the vibrations shook the windows, Danielle was talking to a group of guys and I was doing shots with Daniel, as we spoke about the future. "Are you going to take the commander exam?" Asked Troy, I shrugged, "I don't know yet," I said biting into a slice of lemon. Daniel was called over by some other guy, and I watched him walk away. "So Daniel?" He asked, and I c****d my head to the side, "yes," I said taking another drink, "you have been together for four years," he said leaning into my ear, "if you ever want to explore something different, please keep me in mind." He drank his shot with intense eye contact before walking to the dance floor. Leave Daniel? What a question? Maybe one for my sober mind, I don't want to waste my time drunk having a pre-mid-life crisis.

The day turned into night and it all became a blur, a love song was playing on the system, and Daniel was dancing with another girl. Usually that would have bothered me, but the pit in my stomach was growing. I stumbled out drunk through the front door, I just needed some air. The love song I was hearing kept blasting as I wandered deeper and deeper into the wood. Walking through low hanging branches, at one point I lifted my arms to shield me from the thwacking of the sling-shot-like branches. The music could still be heard, but I knew I had wandered deep into the woods because I had reached the white wood tree. I walked towards it, never having felt it in all my life. I tripped over a large root and put out my hands to catch myself, but strong arms caught me instead. He helped me to my feet, and when our eyes met, his hazel and mine dark with drunkenness. A voice in my head whispered "mate." The next thing I felt was extreme pain, I doubled over, and he caught me, holding me close to him.

The clouds shifted in the sky, revealing the full moon. I felt sick, like I could throw up. He held me firmly before lifting me and cradling me to his chest. I wanted to ask where we were going, but I could not form coherent sentences with the pain that I was in. "I'm taking you some place safe," he said, as if reading my thoughts or understanding my gibberish. I started to shiver profusely. "The alcohol is going to make it worse," he said, and I felt my ribs break, the pain familiar to me from my previous hunts, but why did this hurt more than being thrown around like a rag doll? I cried out, my forehead covered in sweat, I could feel it running down my brow, I wanted to rip off my dress and my skin. The heat was extremely violent. I screamed out, my back arching forward, and my eyes turning an amber-like colour.

"What is happening to me?" I cried, "You're shifting," he said, and my eyes closed from the pain.