THE ALPHA'S RESURRECTED MATE

Full Moon Transformation

The moon was at its peak that night and it cast silhouettes of two ladies walking through a bushy path. The roots from the trees at both sides of the path rose above the ground making the terrain difficult but they kept walking despite this, dodging shot-out branches as they walked.

"I can't believe we are doing this," Cassandra let out, the chills from the evening wind making her teeth clatter slightly as she walked behind her friend.

"Of course we are. We need to find my dad's wristwatch. I can't afford to lose it. It's the only thing I have left of him." The redhead replied and Cassandra rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that evening.

"Why do I have to pay for this? You're the one who had lost it."

"True." The redhead nodded, still walking ahead as her eyes roamed about the path. "But I need you here so you can help me find it. You're the one with the super abilities, remember?" She finally turned to wink at Cassandra and Cassandra let out a scoff. 

Ever since her friend noticed she had some abilities that should be tagged abnormal for a human, the redhead never failed to drag her into things like this. 

It had been ten years since she slit her wrist and the truth had finally dawned on her that something had happened to her during the accident. It was clear that she couldn't die no matter how hard she tried and even Doc Stephen's test had failed to prove what exactly was wrong with her.

Over the years, Cassandra had gone further to try other things that could harm her since she needed some answers to the turmoil inside of her and since she knew no one could provide her with satisfying answers. She was tired of hearing it was a miracle because she didn't think it was. Something was happening to her and it scared her, but her attempt to die had been like the first: she healed instantly from every wound or puncture. 

At first, she had tried not to think too much about it but when she discovered that she was better in most things than her mate, better in things she couldn't do before, Cassandra was confident something was wrong with her, something she didn't know and could only be traced to the bite on her arm. That knowledge had scared her terribly but within the years, she got used to it as it brought her nothing but recognition and respect. It was why she was made the leader of the basketball team while in high school.  

The coach had discovered that she could run faster and had great stamina so had made her the leader to the envy of others.

Cassandra had also discovered that she was more active in class and also, stronger. It was for this reason Ginger always ran to her when some group of high school bullies deemed it fit to bully her and it was also for this reason she was being caught up in situations such as walking down a bushy path in search of a wristwatch she had no idea had been lost. Ginger felt she would find the wristwatch if she went with her because her eyes were sharper.

Cassandra sighed again, dipping her hands into both sides of her hoodie's pockets, as she followed her friend. 

"We really should head back. We can come back tomorrow when the sun is out to search for it." She advised but Ginger shook her head vehemently. 

"The wristwatch is so precious. What if I don't find it tomorrow?"

"We've been searching for close to an hour, yet nothing. What's the difference?" Cassandra argued and Ginger turned to look at her with a scowl.

"That's because you're doing nothing to help. You aren't even searching for it."

"How can I when I can barely see?" Cassandra rolled her eyes and the redhead scoffed.

"With the full moon out, you still can't see? The moon provides enough light."

"I need sunlight and not this." Cassandra let out a huff and Ginger shook her head once again, adjusting her pair of square glasses as she glared at her friend.

"You're supposed to be better than me in this."

"Indeed."

"I know you're just being lazy. We will find this as quickly as possible if you help out."

"And why do you think so?" Cassandra asked even when she knew what reply the redhead would give. Ginger had been giving the same reply for years.

"Because you're my superwoman!" Ginger squealed and Cassandra rolled her eyes in amusement. 

"Oh, God!" She facepalmed and Ginger fell into fits of giggles, returning to her search for her wristwatch as they walked. 

It was still like a dream to Cassandra how she and the redhead who had attempted to save her life while they were kids became friends. She could still remember transferring all her frustration for not being able to meet her mum through death on the poor girl, despising that she had almost interfered when she jumped off the school building.

Cassandra had greatly hated the sweet little girl and had resulted in hurting her in any way that she could yet the redhead never gave up in her relentless pursuit to be friends. She kept hovering around Cassandra, offering to give her a ride every closing hour. Of course, Cassandra hated this and had rejected any form of help but over the years, they became friends and now Ginger was one of the most important people she had: Ginger and her family. 

The scar Cassandra had given the girl while in middle school was still very much evident on her upper arm and now Cassandra deeply regretted her action even when Ginger kept making jokes about it to make her feel better. But nothing could ease the guilt she felt and if helping out in little things like this could bring a smile to Ginger's face, Cassandra was willing to do it. Even when she complained and grumbled, she just couldn't say no to the redhead. 

"What's this?" Ginger asked, bringing Cassandra out of her reverie.

"What's what?" Cassandra asked without interest. She had been feeling quite nauseous since they began this search and her body felt weak. It was strange but she knew she would be better in no time like she had always been. 

"Look here!" Ginger pointed and Cassandra followed her line of sight to where she was pointing at.

"Isn't that some dude's cloth?" She furrowed her brows and Ginger nodded, stooping to examine it.

"Who will keep their clothing out in the woods?" Ginger muttered her eyes on the neatly folded shirt and pair of trousers sitting by the side of the path.

"That's strange." Cassandra sighed. "Strange how we'll find some pile of clothes that isn't ours but can't find a simple wristwatch." 

Ginger turned to look at her with a glare, picking up a lone stick and aiming it in her direction. Cassandra dodged, cracking up as Ginger picked another stick to throw at her.  

But she soon stopped when she felt a sharp pain by the side of her tummy. She gasped, placing her palm on the affected area and groaning a bit.

Ginger, noticing this, rushed to her to help her out.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" She asked and Cassandra shook her head.

"I don't know what's wrong. I feel this pain in - aah!" She dropped to her knees, clutching her tummy as she moaned in pain. It felt like something was trying to come out of her. She could feel its violent movement and it scared her. 

"Oh my God! What to do." Ginger fidgeted, totally confused about what she could do to help.

"I think you should lay down for a bit, let's see if it will subside." She offered but Cassandra shook her head.

"No! Let's go home. We can continue this later. I don't feel good."

"Okay," Ginger nodded, reaching out to help her up but Cassandra cried out in pain again, this time collapsing to the ground as she cried. 

"What's happening?" She moaned, wriggling on the ground in pain.

"Oh my God," Ginger began to cry as she watched her friend wriggle in pain. She reached out to help again but soon backed away a bit, her eyes widening. Right before her eyes, she could see claws creeping out of Cassandra's hands and feet and she gasped.  

"What on earth!" She exclaimed, her hands flying to her mouth as she watched this transformation, the black hoodie Cassandra had on tearing to shreds. 

Meanwhile, Cassandra could feel nothing but intense pain as she felt her bones snap and break. There was a sharp sting from her collarbone to her shoulder blades and she screamed out in pain, wondering what was happening to her. From the horrified look on Ginger's face, she knew it couldn't be good. 

"My God!" Ginger cried, the hair on her skin standing as she watched her friend.

"Get - - away -- from - - me!" Cassandra struggled to speak but Ginger remained frozen in her spot, watching with horrified eyes as her friend slowly transformed into a scary-looking animal. 

"Go, Ginger!" Cassandra thundered but Ginger shook her head slowly, refusing to leave.