Broken Luna

Take What I Have Left

Author Note: Once again I want to thank anyone that has chosen to read my work. I hope you enjoy it! I would love to hear some feedback and any thoughts you might have! NOTE: Bold italics is Jude's speaking in her mind link. Italics is Zyanya!

~~JUDAS POV~~

Everything hurt.

Each muscle screamed relentlessly with some form of discomfort, from bearable to intolerable. It felt like a fire gripped, devoured, and bite. Eyes feeling void of moisture. Eyelids like sandpaper. Throat feeling like it had tried quenching it's thirst on desert sands.

If this was death, it f*****g sucked.

We're not dead - not yet at least - Zyanya's voice groaned in my skull. I wasn't sure if that was actually a comfort, or a regrettable turn of events. It's good Jude. We're not done living yet. We're destined for big things.

Part of me was irritated at that. Because somewhere deep down there was a stirr of something deadly. Something forbidden for someone such as myself. Hope. A hitched breath of desire for that to be true. To have purpose - to be worth something.

Stop getting lost in your thoughts little sweet, we have to get up. We have to move. We're not out of danger yet... Of course we wouldn't be. Right? Why would it it be? I'd only gotten -

FUCK! I'd been shot! Yes, Judas. Breath. Spite the fucker and remember to breath. You're not breathing right now...

Gasping breath, shooting all devouring pain dragging a rasping cry from my lip. The state of iron strong on my tongue.

Focus Jude. First focus on you. Breath. The pain is intense. But it shows we're alive,

Unfortunately - I snapped back at the wolf in my mind.

Fortunately. It was unwavering. Strong. Focused. I am going to help. We're to jumbled and new in our bond for me to take over. But I'll help. I'm trying to take some of your pain while our body tries healing...

Pain. I was tired of all the pain. But finally my eyes pried open. Greeted by a disoriented blur browns, red and greens. Nothing discernible. Skull throbbing with a ruthless brutality. Just as my right shoulder. The stench of blood bite at my nose. I know it's mine. I don't have to see clearly for that.

My lungs protest being filled. But I continue to force in the air despite the torture of it. I can feel an odd - pressure? No. It was almost like a movement in my mind. A part of me. It was the wolf. I could sense her more clearly. More part of me in one way - yet almost more strength and individual as well.

Blinking as with a whimper of pain I roll. Dragging my appendages below me as I lay on my belly. Focusing past the pain. Focusing on the blurry ivory. Momentarily it seemed to distract me as it came into view. Heart racing as I see it isn't hands. They are ivory paws tipped in sharp obsidian paws. Red stains of blood. Brown of dirt.

We're still a wolf? Found myself saying in surprise. The words echoing through my mind.

Yes - it's been a few hours. See the sun is up now. We should have changed back but I think being our first shift and being shot - our body is a bit taxed and has blocked the shift for now. The sun was up? I'd been bleeding all night. And honestly it seemed unlikely that I should be alive.

But then again - I looked back to my paws. I shouldn't exactly be able to turn into a wolf...

Never could I have guessed I was different like this. That there had been things like me in the world. I thought the only monsters in the world had been human...

We aren't monsters - Zyanya clipped. I felt her pride in herself. I could feel the wolfs strength in my mind. She was not much like it from what I could tell. If anything - she was more of what I'd wished I was. A fighter. She was bold. Sure of herself in a way I never was.

It seemed as I focused on breathing. On looking at my paws, the pain started to ease. Like a sort of protective glove started to slide between me and the agony that tore through me. I could sense the discomfort of Zyanya. And an unexpected guilt clenched in my chest. I just knew she was the one now feeling our pain at its worst. For me it became a dull throb. It's okay little one. You've bore our pain much longer than I.

My wolf was trying to comfort me. I heard a snap of a stick. Our ears swivelled. I think it's just a regular predator Jude. Our supernatural aura has kept it at bay. But it's getting bolder. I don't want you to panic. But we might have to try fighting it if it decides it's either too hungry, or threatened by us...

My vision still had blurring at the edges. But I could make out the forest more as we forced our body up. Whining and taking pressure off the right foreleg that had endured the shot. Getting a better idea of where we'd ended up. A ditch. Perhaps a dried out creek. We'd hit our head on a boulder from what it looked like where we fell.

Looking around trying to find the threat. Trying to think of what could have made that strange growl before we'd fallen last night.

 f**k 

 That was the first time we shared a word at the same time as we looked up to a set of golden orbs.

 A f*****g cougar.

Of course.

 Lets hope it didn't like eating wolves