Wolf Wrongs

Ow... but happy now!

I hear, footsteps and look up hopefully expecting to see Harris, perhaps holding Celia in his arms. It's not.

"Michael!" I exclaim weakly.

"Cara." He smirks.

"What?" I ask, croaking slightly, I hadn't realised how dry my throat was. I must sound awful, Michael's advise to me had had horrific consequences, but I made my choice. So I can't blame him.

"How are you feeling?" He says in a snide voice that screams 'I don't care'.

I eye him warily, wondering why he is being insensitive. I decide I must be imagining it, "I feel terrible" I feel tears brimming and he leans over me putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. I cry softly a little more.

His hand tightens, and I widen my eyes in shock.

Then it squeezes down harder, it begins to hurt!

"Stop." I squeal, he smirks and places his other hand on my other shoulder. "Michael!" I say, panicking, "That hurts!" I squirm beneath his grip but he holds both hands firmly attached to my shoulders.

"I'm a woooolf!!!" he yells, "I don't listen to puny female nobody wolves! You're beneath me" I am terrified but glued to the spot. He shakes my shoulders and I jerk backwards sharply. My mind jumps to Celia, the pain I feel, she feels. As the realisation hits me... So does Michael. He has hit my jaw and now proceeds to pull me to my feet. He moves one hand to my wrist, and with the other he backhand slaps my face, I know it will bruise. Then he is all up in my face, "I'm a wolf! I SHOULD'VE BEEN AN ALPHA MALE!" I try to leap backwards, but he has a firm grip. "If only your gender weren't so pathetic I could've fallen for one of you!" he spits in my face, then, "Instead my wolf chooses..." He pauses in disgust, "A. Human. Male." He only has one hand on my wrist, so it's my turn to slap him. "How dare you speak that way about you're mate" my wolf barks inside me and I give it a voice.

Michael tries to laugh it off cruelly, but my insides are churning in anger. If I insulted someone who was meant for me, who loved me! I could never look in the mirror again.

I shift immediately, and an odd sensation crosses over me, a tingle, I like the tingle, and my wolf instantly becomes fixated on it, then... I giggle, what the hell? I don't care about whatever Michael was saying any more, I do a little happy jump and my heavy tale knocks Michael to the ground as I wag it joyously.

I jump around a bit before the tingle comes again! Then a smell, oh, what a smell it is! I'm instantly infatuated and trot towards the source. Then I run, everything seems so much more full of colour, full of beauty, full of wonder! The leaves are artwork skilfully, yet randomly positioned. When it begins to rain, not 10 seconds later, the drops dance around me and I find myself frolicking and rolling on the forest floor, which is now a muddy mixture. It's so fun, I feel like a little care free pup, full of bubbling energy.

When a huge waft of the scent once again hits my nose I am snapped out of rolling on the floor and curiously follow it again. Sniffing excitedly as I go.

The smell weakens and my mood simultaneously drops, I'm sad, I need to find it. Inside me my wolf moans, "Find iiiit... I neeeed it" she whines, "Shut up" I bark aloud, except I don't actually, it literally just sounds like a bark. "I can find it" my wolf says, "give me the reins for a minute" she lures. "What?!" I gasp " Is that even possible?"

"Only on this particular occasion"

I tilt my head to the side in confusion.

" This is special! You can feel it, can't you!" My wolf says excitedly.

"Yes. Yes, I can feel it." I grin widely, "Yes, take control till we find it" I insist. I feel a small amount of power seep towards my wolf and we move together, we always move together, but it is different this time as we run, I feel relaxed, yet elated, out of control, yet I want everything that's happening to happen. Quite frankly I enjoy it! And I am sad my wolf and I cannot do this on other occasions. I totally trust her, as she has trust me our entire life. I know her thoughts and feeling, as we are, essentially, the same being.

I wonder about Michael now, he seems to very much disagree with his wolf. But I know that in the end, he does love his mate. He is just confused, I love the way the smell makes me accepting of circumstances and of people. I can feel nothing but peace right now.

I can only hope it's not short lived.