Addiction

The YesterYears

Fanaa: n; Destruction of self in love

Do you know my name? I ask her. I don't know the answer to my question and I'm hoping she does. A wolf without a name is like a drop of water in the wide ocean. Small and unknown. That's what I've had to live with for the past twenty years of my life.

I have no purpose without my name.

"Yes I do." Usually wolves learn their name when they are a young pup around five or six. A wolf without a name is unheard of. It basically assists in defining your place and existence in the world.

"May you disclose it with me please." I never knew it was so hard just to get a name.

"The moon goddess has decided on Leyla. It means night beauty. One who basks in the rays of the moon. Her skin shall be twilight, dark and smooth as the night sky void of stars."

"It's beautiful. I hope I will be able to live up to it."

"You will, but I hope you know that there's an insinuation to the meaning. Leyla, wolves with names like this are the moon goddess's hunters. They are strong and powerful. But they all live with with the moon, not in this world. You are the only one."

"Why is that?"

"She is astounded by the strength you have, she thinks that you will be able to stop the ongoing war."

"What war, there's a war between the packs!"

"Yes, but that's all the information I can tell you. You will have to find out more on your own."

"Oh, okay. By the way what is the title that moon goddess gifted you with?"

"I'm Tsilla, ruler of the shadows. The dark wolf. And also your wolf and companion in defeating the war."

"So that means you're very powerful.

"Yes the shadows obey my everything command. You will also be able to do things like this, when you complete you training."

"When do I start?"

"Tomorrow at the break of dusk. Also, a little peace of information. The packs haven't been warned about the war, it hasn't begun yet. But the enemy has already started preparing, and as the saying goes, the early bird gets the worm."

The conversation ends there, and I'm left with the sounds of the forest.

Around thirty minutes later I decide to come out of the lake. I'm as naked as the day I was born, but it doesn't bother me. It's natural. My hair, soaked with water shrinks in size, clumped together on my head. I just leave it be, nothing that I can do would be able to fix it anyway.

I have no clue where I am, but it's not a packs territory. I can't smell the pungent scent of werewolves nearby that would be here if I was. And that reminds me, I don't have a place to sleep for the night. I search for any abandoned caves, that could be used as a makeshift house in the mean time. It took about 10 minutes before my quest bore fruit.

An old cave at the base of a mountain. There doesn't seem to have been anyone living in there a long time. Perfect! As I venture deeper inside, a tantalizing aroma that I can't resist wafts into my nose.

The closer I get the stronger the scent. Suddenly a picturesque view comes into my eyes.

Mountains, rivers and wild flowers. Trees as tall as the sky, and green lushes grass and bushes all around. I can here the trickling sound of water from a nearby river and the flapping of birds as they call to their partners. Everything is so natural and magical, It looks completely fabricated and it makes me wish all the more that this is real.

The scent I smelt was the fresh, pumping blood and natural pheromones of delicious prey running about in the forest. It makes the predatory instincts in me scream for release. I can feel my senses rapidly switching back and forth, from couloured vision to infrared light.

I can sense the elongation of my canines. The pain from from my wolf incosors forcefully pushing their way to the front, while my human teeth get pushed back, is pushing me even closer to the ledge of losing control.

I close my eyes tightly, my chest heaving up and down heavily. This is all new to me and I'm a bit afraid. But, then there's that other part of me, that wants to let loose and just go in for the kill. To taste the fresh, succulent meat of prey that I slaughtered on my own. To feel the red, watery liquid coating my skin.

Then my wolf goes and says,"Just let go."

That was the final straw, and I loose all sense of reason. The thrill of the chase as I lock eyes on a perfect target excites my wolf. The adrenaline is pumping wildly through my veins. My paws hit the ground with brute force and speed as the wind brushes through my fur.

The untamed hog, sensing danger springs into fleet mode. But that doesn't discourage me nor my wolf. It just pushes us to succeed even more. Its delicious scent already making my stomach run wild.

As I get closer me and my wolf decide that we should take it down now. We leep sky high into the air, landing on the wild pig. I quickly seize the chance andbsink my teeth into its neck, clamping down hard on its throat. The beat of its veins vibrate through my teeth, letting me know that it is still alive, so I apply even more pressure. The drumming quickly goes away, so I unclamp my mouth from its neck letting it drop on the ground.

I rip into the flesh of the pig filling my stomach until I've had enough.

This is the first time in my life that I've actually eaten until I am full. I'm so happy, and thankful that my wolf came when she did. Something good has finally happened to me and I'll do everything that I can to keep it that way.

And if that means working and training hard to take on this war, then so be it.

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