Blind Instincts

Chapter Ten

"Luna?" Her words make my head dizzy, a spike in emotions I don't recognize spring up through my body. One after the other, words come stringing through my mind sentences of anger and spite that aren't my own. They project themselves through my mind, and before I have a chance to act on the irrationality of them, I get up and sprint in the direction I came from. I used my hammering stomps as a way to tell where I am, though my concentration breaks and I fall on impact, hitting something hard. Without thought, I throw myself up and keep running, arms outstretched. It's a miracle I break way without colliding into anything else, instincts kicking in, leading me somewhere other than there.

I feel a second consciousness take hold of my mind as I try and keep myself forward, and for now, it works.

All I hear is the thudding of my untrained feet against the smoothe crystalline floor and the heaves of my own breath. Erratically pushing oxygen in and out, I continue my path, pushing through, jumping, feeling my bare feet in a pool of grass. I don't stop until a booming sound erupts from behind me. An enormous, loathing growl that can only possibly come from someone as powerful as an alpha.

This time, instead of stopping out of fear, I stop in a rage. I am no longer in control, none of my senses working due to my out-of-body state of mind. My body turns slowly in the direction of the alpha, my eyes squeezed shut, though I'm sure my body knows where it's going.

Without hesitation, my body growls back, sending a debilitating fear straight to my core. Suddenly I'm scared as to what I'll do next and try and fight my way back up, using all the strength I have.

My power is useless, the being controlling my body is fully aware of my presence and knows how to suppress it.

I stop fighting and let my body win, falling back down to the darkness of my inner mind. I plead with myself to stop, knowing I'm being heard the same way I hear them. Whatever else is controlling my body is unrelenting and very, very angry.

Another testing growl seeps from my raging mind, and I can't help but feel the second presence' emotions. Desperation makes its way into me, fury, disgust, jealousy, need, desire. I feel all of these things, drawing me toward the silhouette of a being in front of me. He is the source of all of my emotions, he is the one that forces out my second consciousness.

More warning snarls are shocked through the air, no question whether they hold true or not. They do, and if I don't obey soon, there will be a damnation that flings me further than hell. He advances closer, never stopping his aggressive growls once. Each step he takes closer pushes me further into a corner where I have two options; run away, or challenge the alpha.

Not having enough time to decide, he reaches us, seizing our exposed arm, which forces an immeasurably deafening bark, possibly louder than his initial threat.

All at once, I hear the gasps of bystandards, as my body continues its thunderous shouts. My body sears in pain, excruciating from every joint, muscle, nerve, vein. Stretching and breaking and twisting, all while my growl turns into a bite, as my body lunges into the air and aims for the alpha in front of me.

Colours flash before me, buckles of dark and light mixing together to create hues of actual colour, my vision in and out of focus, blacks and greys gnarled the sky, creating a perfect storm of clouds mixed with blue.

I morphed into a whole different being, one that isn't myself. This isn't my body, it is my wolves. And my wolf has every sense, including sight.

In an instant, the blur of a man beneath me turns into a ginormous wolf. It cavorts into the air, latching onto my body's neck, not only biting, but vigorously ripping away at it. It lunges at my side, wrestling me to the bottom, rendering me incapacitated.

A growl of dominance seethes from his clenched canine jaw, making it known that he has won.

My eyes focus and all I see through the blood and floating fur in the sky, is a beast the size of the sun, a dusty timber hue I couldn't have ever imagined in my dreams. It stands over me, teeth the size of daggers showing in a scowl. Their eyes ablaze, they meet my own, a desolate soul lying beneath.
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"Kivan. . ." I whisper, my body reacting to him wholly. His eyes glisten when I say his name, something I like. I hold power with my voice, I can get him to twist with just the sound of his name.

"I know you want something from me." His voice is low, hushed. His eyes are glazed over with pure instictual excitement.

"I don't want you, Kivan." I lie. My body yearns for attention. If he knew what I wanted, he'd be savage. I'd make him make me scream.

I'm going to make him want me more than he has ever desired anything. Alpha Kivan is going to lust for me for so long and so bad, one day he will crack and take what he wants from me. That day, only that day, is when I'll scream his name across the Kildare pack territory.

Delpha is a spaewife, a fortuneteller. She is the Oracle of the Kildare pack. She has many secrets, but the biggest lies within Alpha Kivan, inherited leader of the pack.

One day, Delpha accidentally uncovers life changing information, which involve a deep connection between herself, and the person she despises the most.

Alpha Kivan is greedy and self-centred, a man who takes what he can. He strives for power and nothing less. The biggest thing in his mind right now; a war he pledged over the eastern land.

Alpha Kivan is left unaware and ignorant about the Spaewife in his pack. He is only interested in using her abilities for leverage in his war.