Instincts

Prologue

The morning sun is beaming straight through the cracks of the shade on my window instantly waking me up.

"Ugh damn sun, just go burn out damn it." I mumble as I roll in the opposite direction bringing the pillow over my head.

Then the worst of it all happens, a knocking at my door bringing me back from my slumber.

"Astra, honey, breakfast is done. Your mother made bacon and waffles." My father coos trying to get me out of bed. He knows I'm not a morning person even when food is involved.

"Ugggghh." I mumble again.

"Astra, its time to get up. Its already ten in the morning!" My father knocking loudly on my door this time.

"Oh my goddess you are too persistent." I whine. Rubbing my sand coated eyes and stretching. The only thing I enjoy when I do wake.

"Ask your mother how so persistent I can be when you come down for breakfast, she'll love to tell you." he beams from behind the door.

"I'd rather not dad, but I'll be down soon." I shout to him as I hear his footsteps farther down the hall now.

I go over to my small closet to find something comfortable to put on, ah sweat pants and sweater day today sounds too perfect. Once I find the right ones, black sweats and a grey sweater lining in black, I head straight to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, I take notice on how vibrant my hazel eyes are as I apply some mascara to my lashes and a soft pale pink lipstick to top it off. I don't use a lot of makeup, my faces feels too heavy. Its just doing to much, plus I like my signature look. Simple and me. I tie up my black hair in a loose messy bun. Now the waffles and bacon are calling out to me, just begging to be devoured.

Walking down the steps I start to feel very uneasy. I heighten my senses as I  feel my power increase. Please not today, I pray to the moon. Many lives would be taken.

When I reach the bottom I sense that my parents have also let their power be known.

Sitting at the table is tense, not a word is spoken, an uneasy feeling affecting us all, making us on edge, making our lycans on edge. My lycan, she's not liking any of this one bit, she wants out now to spill the blood thats threatens our family. The poor food forgotten, now becoming a distant memory as my mind drifts away.

My family has been in hideout since my uncle and his son, my dear cousin,  were murdered by the pack up north. My uncle and cousin were ambushed, though they took out most of the pack and the alpha but died in the end.

We discovered their bodies when we got there, we felt the agony. Every lycan family can feel each others emotions when in distress, it's like a SOS. But it was too late, when we arrived we were met with at least a hundred bodies littered across the ground, some still in their wolf, not being able to shift back. We stepped in blood every time we took a step. It was awful, the scent of death still  fresh in the air.

It wasn't hard to find them, their scent led us to two bodies, each neck looked snapped brutally. Feeling guilty for not getting there sooner, we wailed over the lose of our own loudly daring the rest of the retreating pack to come back.

If damn near a whole pack and alpha was destroyed by two unsuspecting lycans, imagine three suspecting lycans. My father encouraged us to tract the left over of the pack and kill them, without their alpha and fellow pack members they would be nothing. And thats exactly what we did, destroyed what they had left.

Don't mess with lycans families.

Lycans and wolves have been fighting for centuries. Nothing is new, however new rumors have spread, if you succeed to kill lycan, you absorb their powers. Wrong. Its completely laughable. The only thing going for a wolf who kills a lycan? The moon takes away the first born, that's everything to wolves. Alas the thought of having the powers of a lycan is more important than their own offspring. Such a pity. Unfortunately though, lycans numbers are decreasing quickly as more time goes by. More and more wolves wanting us dead, for power and dominance. They bring their whole pack, in order to destroy us more successfully. In most cases of this, packs are left with little to nothing, more dead than expected. Our numbers are small now, and wolves have offspring left and right, which their numbers greatly surpass ours.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I feel multiple presences at one marching toward our little cabin making my lycan growl dangerously.

My father stands and inhales sharply.
He quickly speaks, "they found us."

"No one is getting a finger laid upon them." said my mother who closes her eyes and reopens them again. Black.

As I feel my lycan anger, her anger is my anger. Their here to kill our family, our blood. As I feel myself slipping control, badly wanting my lycan out, my father speaks again.

"Astra, calm down, don't lose focus right now, they are not here yet. They're still a couple miles down stream." he states, his eyes now black as well.

We're fighting for control.

"Father, I will not stand to let them hurt you both. You are blood, you know how this works." I grit my teeth.

"Yes, baby, I know. But you feel their presence right? There's no way they can defeat us. But you need to flee." he states lowering his gaze. He continues before I get a chance to respond.

"Your mother and I decided that you take refuge in the mundane lands, a small town. You know many of us are being attacked and are actually dying. We think you would be much happier" he finishes while he stokes my mothers hand calming her.

"That is ridiculous, there's no chance in hell I'm leaving you guys behind. And I can take care of myself, you know what I'm capable of." I raise my voice showing slight tooth. I don't like this idea one bit, and my lycan? Oh yeah, she's snapping in fury.

My mother cuts in, "Don't forget who we are Astra, don't show us fang while raising your voice. The decision is done. We planned this when we discovered Uncle Foley and Xar's bodies. We just didn't want to let you go so soon."

The sounds of footsteps making all of us snap our heads in the direction of the marching, they're getting closer.

"I don't want to flee, I can't bring myself to leave you guys." I state whining. My lycan, she's not happy at all.

"Its for the best Astra, trust us, we will be fine. I've been itching to let some steam off anyway. We can definitely handle these wolves. There's not even a whole pack coming at us, we're skilled too, remember who taught you now?" my mother continued to calm me.

Just as I was going to say something when a fae walks into our door. I'm getting real tired up of being cut off. 

"It's time Leafa, my daughter is refusing, as we expected. You must send her now, the wolves are closing in on us." My fathers voice loud, commanding.

"What? No I'm not going anywhere. You cannot force me to. I'm staying where I'm needed, not where I have nothing, I will not stand by and have these mutts try to spill your blood!" I shout furious.

"We love you, remember that. We will be fine, you can feel us." My mother whispers into my ear as she gets up from her seat to hug me.

"NO! I'm not leaving! You can't make me!" I stand, pulling out of her embrace.

"We will find you baby, I promise." My father chokes on his words as he pulls me into a hug.

"Leafa, will you please." he commands her.

The little fae women makes her way near me with some type of grey pile of dust in her hand.

"NO! I WILL END YOU IF YOU COME NEAR ME!" my lycan shouts at the women, oblivious that I let her come to the surface. The fae, Leafa, halts for a second until she notices my father still holding me but with his strength keeping me in place.

"LET ME GO!" I roar as the plump women gets to close to me.

As she gets closer, we hear the growls and shouts coming from outside the cabin. This can't be happening. I struggle in my fathers grip. Kicking and thrashing.

"NOW!" my mother bellows to the fae who is now in front of me. I show her all my teeth, showing her the fate I can bestow upon her.

My father holds my face still as the fae blows the grey dust on me.

Everything goes fuzzy and black as I hear the door being broken down. Nothing I can do, I try to thrash and scream but nothing happens. I can't move my body, but I can still sense my lycan so thats at least the good thing about this. I'm afraid of loosing them, being helpless is the worst feeling of all. Knowing something awful is happening but you can't do a damn thing about it. Then suddenly what seems to be ages in this fuzzy black void, I awake on the outskirts of a small city.