My Lover or My Enemy

    My heart is beating out of my chest. I am running as fast as I can. My lungs are screaming for air, but my head is screaming not to stop running until the town behind me is completely out of site. Just keep running Jessie, my inner wolf keeps yelling at me. I am in my human form and I tire easily as a human        I ran through a gap in the trees that opened up into a beautiful meadow. I hit my knees and started crying. My pack has been at war with the Knight King pack for several years now and today my twin brother died in a fight. I felt it when it happened and I feel like I will never be whole again.      I always hear humans talk about their twin telepathy. Werewolves have it too, only our connection is more powerful. We can feel each others every emotion, every ache and pain. Today I felt when his throat was ripped out and I felt him take his last breath. The thought made me sick and I lost all the contents of my stomach.      I slowly walked over to a tree at the edge of the meadow to sit and cry for what felt like hours. As I laid against the tree grieving I heard something moving through the woods around me.My inner wolf was urging me to change, but my human knew better. We lived very close to a human city and if I was caught by a human changing into my wolf form the international council would kill me.     I contemplated the though for a brief moment.  Having the council kill me would be quick, painless and put me out of the misery I am in now. My thought was cut short when I saw a shadow move quickly out the corner of my eye. Faster than any human could ever dream of moving.      Quickly I changed. I am nothing special in my wolf form. I have a plain black coat with green eyes and as a female I am a small wolf. I am a fighter though. I come from a long like of warriors for the Blue Moon pack Often times when I am in a fight, my competitor will underestimate me because of my small size. I am hoping if a fight happens now that will be the case, because I am hurt and I am ready to kill.      In wolf form our senses are strong. I could smell that a member of the Knight King pack was very close. Immediately I was on the defense. I was ready to enjoy this kill as revenge for my brother. I saw the figure step out of the woods and and I got in the perfect stance to make my attack. As I looked dead into the eyes of the wolf in front of me, my breath caught in my lungs and I could not breath, move or kill.