An Irresistible Mate

[A/N] Hi (: Thanks for checking out my new story. Thought I'd try my hand at a werewolf one, since I had like this brilliant idea for a plot line. Vote/comment if you like it, I'd really really appreciate it! :D

Enjoy (:

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Prologue

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Pain. Agony. It filled the entire world; I could think of nothing else.

I threw my head back in a silent scream, my teeth clenching so hard together that I thought they would tear through my lip. My fingernails dug into soft dirt beneath me, and my back arched. Through the black haze, I could hear the noise, so distant it felt like it was coming from the end of a tunnel. Sharp cracks, loud pops, filled the air around me, and with each new sound, came another wave of agony. It felt like my bones were breaking to pieces.

My eyes were shut, and I was afraid of opening them. My mind was a mix of hurt and shocked fear, and I couldn't think any coherent thoughts. All I wanted was for it to end. I wanted to curl up and die right there. But I couldn't-- it went on and on, and I slowly felt myself come apart. Tears streaked my cheeks.

Crack. Left wrist. Crack. Right ankle. Crack. Forearm.

A dull voice in the back of my head seemed to be keeping track of each part of me that broke.

I hadn't come out here to die. I'd been sitting in my window seat, looking outside. It was night, and thousands of blinking stars had filled the sky, the full moon casting a hazy glow on the forest below. I couldn't explain it, but I'd had this feeling... it felt like the trees were calling to me. I'd ended up out here, without knowing how. It seemed my feet had picked me up and walked me out without any consent from my brain.

I had felt the wind on my neck, the wet grass beneath my bare feet. I'd lifted my face to the sky, enjoying the feel of nature.

And then I just fell.

Almost instantly, the first tidal wave of bizarre pain had hit, and I hadn't found the strength to get up yet. I didn't know how long it's been now-- an hour, two hours? Four? It felt like an eternity.

I couldn't hear much else other than the sound of my own crippling body, but I thought I could hear my name being called, rising above everything else.

I vaguely recognized the voice. Brendan, my little brother. He was probably worried, that's why he was out searching for me. But this time, I knew he couldn't save me. I wanted to call out to him but it was taking all my strength to hold my screams in.

Another long eternity passes, and I noticed that the pain was beginning to slow, coming less frequently and in smaller bouts. I was allowed some time to rest, my cheek pressed against the cold ground and my breath coming in short pants. My eyes finally opened, but I couldn't see very clearly. It felt like everything was out of motion, the world spinning around me. But I wasn't moving. What was wrong with my eyes?

At the same moment, a flurry of scents assaulted me. I smelled things I'd never been able to smell before; the wet dew of the grass, the pine from the trees, the cool, crisp smell the breeze brought. I also detected other scents, such as a dense, lingering peppermint smell that reminded me of my brother, and a lighter, peachy scent that seemed to be coming off of me.

Before I could try to make sense of any of it, I felt the worse pain I'd felt yet. It came over me so suddenly that I didn't even have time to scream. It literally felt like my insides were bursting apart.

I heard a ripping sound, and with horror I realized that it was my clothes. A tingly, ticklish sensation washed over me, quickly enveloping my naked body, and it felt like I was laying on something soft. My body changed as this happened, a numb feeling overcoming me as it felt like my bones had turned to jelly, morphing and moving in strange ways.

I was on my feet without knowing how. As quickly as it came, the pain had completely faded. Before I could be relieved, I assessed how I felt now; a strange power ran in my veins, new and undiluted. In that moment I felt high and mighty--like I could take on anything. There was a violent edge to my thoughts, an almost feral one. I subconsciously knew that I was no longer thinking completely for myself. There was something else there, as if another being had taken position in my head.

It was awhile before I finally looked down at myself. I'd been too preoccupied with trying to figure my own head out.

I saw four legs, four paws imprinted firmly into the ground. Light silver hair shone beneath the moonlight, encasing a body that was easily eight feet tall, and half as wide.

I couldn't even do a double take like I wanted too. I could only stare in absolute, utter shock. My brain was a total blank.

I was looking down at the body of a giant wolf.