THE FIRST SHIFT
1072 Words
Aekira POV
From a corner, I watched everyone down cast, a gloomy plastering their faces. My sister's remains has been moved from the pack to the burial ground.
And as they put the casket which contained her body in the ground, muffled cries erupted even louder. It seemed like the hall had prepared for a second mourning session.
I watched as my mother clung to my father tightly, her tears staining his vintage shirt as they both held each other. A pang of pain stuck me as I watched my parents for the first time break down so weakly. It was obvious how much they loved Brinley. My father was the Beta and the strongest commander in the army and that is why most packs feared declaring a war again Dark Moon pack. My father can be brutally fearsome, sometimes he's mostly regarded and mistaken for an Alpha. But right now, seeing him cry broke the last ounce of bravery in me. Even as young as I was, I knew and housed most of adult feelings.
I bent down my head forcing myself not to glance around the hall, I could feel pairs of eyes gnawing at me but I didn't dare look up.
Suddenly, the voice of the priest resounded through out the hall and I felt a bit relaxation course through my being.
"Dear friends and family, today, we gather to remember and honor the life of Brinley Thrones. We come together to celebrate her time on this earth, and to find comfort in the memories we shared with them.
As we all know, Brinley was a remarkable person, with a heart full of love and kindness. She had a way of making everyone feel welcome and valued, and her smile could light up a room.
Throughout her life, she was dedicated to her family, friends, and as well to this pack. She had a passion for and brevity of a capable luna. The care and affection she had for everyone around her was what made her stand out from everyone else.
While we mourn the loss of Brinley Thrones, we also celebrate her life and legacy. We remember her care, her wisdom, and her unwavering support. We honor her memory by continuing to live the values she embodied, and by sharing the love and kindness she showed us with others.
May her soul rest in peace, and may we who remain, find comfort in the memories we shared with her. May we also find strength in our faith, and in the knowledge that we will one day be reunited with our loved ones." The priest finally came to an end.
Somehow, I felt disconcerted at his words. Even though Brinley was loved by the pack, I personally knew my sister was far from perfect.
She was what I knew as" a wolf in sheep's clothing."
Funny me'. I should be bawling my eyes out at the moment but here I am, not even a single tear has escaped my eyes. Truthfully, I was really sad about her demise even more than everyone else but I couldn't bring myself to cry even if I try to force the tears.
I looked up at the hall again, everyone was beginning to dispatch sadly, each dropping their flowers on her grave. My parents still clung to each other, they were inseparable at the moment in soul wrenching sadness.
I was the cause of it all, if I hadn't made that wish, maybe or maybe, Brinley would have been alive by now.
Suddenly, I felt my insides rile up, my veins twisted and I felt my bones prick my skin.
'What the hell is happening to me, at a time like this'. I thought inwardly, dread and fear finally seething inside me as I clutch to my head which had already started to ache badly.
I didn't understand what was going on with met, it seemed like my whole body suddenly in fire and in pains. I couldn't bring myself to scream neither could I stand from where I had been sitting.
One wrong move might impose a disaster for me.
'oh moon goddess help me'. I let out faint cries as I had already fallen to the ground.
The pains had spread through my body making unable to harbor any part of it. I needed to get out of this hall quickly, as soon as possible to avoid problems.
I was yet to understand what was happening to me, all my little brain could think of was running out through the back door which led to the woods where rogues dwelled at times.
Giving myself no other option, I pranced out sharply without thinking twice. The pains that shot through me was excruciatingly painful. I couldn't contain it anymore. It was flecky, piercing through my skin and finally fell on the bushy ground on all fours.
I let screams after screams ripple out of my lips as I felt a sudden drastic change on my body.
I glanced at my hands fingers, they were beginning to crack and bend.
'No ! This can't be happening, I'm just sixteen, I shouldn't have my first shift at this age, what kind of truck was the Moon Goddess trying to play on me?. I howled breathlessly as the realization hit me.
I was going to have my first transformation at sixteen. Never in history has any wolf transformed at sixteen. It was usually on their eighteenth birthday that they usually had their first shift.
'So why was mine happening now, am I cursed?
Pls Moon Goddess I do not want this, my sister just died and I'm having my first shift on thesame day, what kind of a cruel fate have you laid out for me?. I cried incessantly.
Is this the Destiny you've carved out for me, it surely is a cruel one!
My bones and cartilages continued resetting it self. I felt myself gradually mushing.
My head reduced to the ground and my hands and legs now replaced with sharp paws pranced forward, with brazes, the last transformation kicked in and my head turned animalistic.
In that instant the pain stopped and I felt the cold whooshing wind wash my skin-furs.
I felt alive and whole with my eyes still tightly shut.
"Hello". A tiny melodious voice ripped amidst the daze in my mind and I was forced to click my kid open.
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