pandora box | On hold

Preface

Cassy

Rain.

That was the smell that invaded me, so powerful it had awakened me. Usually, I would ignore it, but it has been days since water has touched my face, days since I last cleaned myself and the blood from the hunt. I didn't exactly count how long it has been, but the blood in my paws have become so dry that the smell was weaker, almost untraceable.

I stood up and look at the sky. After another failure at hunting, I've decided it was okay to pretend I wasn't hungry, so I took a nap. As dangerous as it sounded in my head, I needed more than anything. One hour, just a few minutes which I could pretend I was only taking a nap after a run like the other wolfs. But I wasn't like them. Ever since I was born, I was meant to one thing only.

To kill.

My mother has never shifted, she spent her whole childhood and teen years being just herself. She went to prom; she had a part-time job, she got accepted to college. She was an average girl in an ordinary reality. One with choices and she took the liberty to take all of the opportunities that life has given her. Even falling in love. But that's when things changed, that was the only choice she did that robbed my liberty to choose things in life. Like a pandora box being open, my mom opened her heart and allowed one man to be the only one.

They were mates, which in our culture is more than just two people falling in love and sharing their life together. It wasn't love at first sight either. They passed so many years without letting their wolf take control, that their souls didn't recognize one another. A wolf knows their other half by their smell; it is a mechanism to find each other. When both my parents awoke their wolf and allowed their scent to be out in the open, they quit school and went to find a pack to be fully integrated into the 'wolf-life.'

However, things weren't that easy, as I said before, my mom opened her heart and a Pandora box. Awakening her wolf to be fully mated with my father awoke all the other wolves around. Inclusive to the ones that had turned down their good qualities. The ones that were pure wild, their heart being held by their wolf, and controlled by their wildness. Rogues. 

My parents were then captured, "new meat," my mom explained to me once, they were new meat to their wild pack.

Apparently, my mom was also a special kind of meat, which kind, I didn't know, but she became of extreme importance for the Rogue's pack. It didn't take long until the Alpha took her, leaving us with only my father. She was gone for a while, so long that in my head I thought she was just an illusion, a dream.

 In the years to come, I saw my father giving up on himself and us altogether. My mom's pandora box and all that was inside was entirely freed. The last time I saw her, she was in her wolf form, and I saw in terror as her wolf took control of her mind and body. She died a few days later according to our Alpha, and our father went with her. He couldn't handle her death, and he thought we could handle losing them both.

My sister and I had no choice but to be raised by them, by their wildness and wickedness. They kill for pleasure and power. No consequences attached to their actions. They didn't lack humanity as many might think, to be powerful you had to be able also to control your wolf, to be conscious, to spread fear, to spread power. But they lack what makes every human being, a good one.

I was six, and my sister was one when we didn't just lose our family but also felt the loss of their souls in ours. We were left all by ourselves, trained as wicked warriors, to taste blood, to destroy other packs and enjoy. I was sixteen when my sister disappeared after we attacked a pack far north. 

She was my anchor, all I did was to protect her, and now she is gone. Long story short, I ran away. It's been two years now that I am looking for her. Two years that I've only become human, so I don't lose my mind.

A few days without cleaning my fur was nothing compared to the whole days of my past life.

The first drops of rain reached my nose, and later they filled my entire body. I heard howls a few miles apart, maybe some lone wolves were also enjoying the water from the skies, but I wouldn't stay to watch.

I stood up and sniffed the air. Five wolfs were far behind me. Couldn't be sure how many miles. I didn't wait to be sure of how far they were, and I wouldn't be captured, good pack or Rogues. I was not to be controlled by anyone again, never again, and I was going to get my sister back.

The grass tickles my paws again, and I ran. I ran because finally, I was free to do so, and I ran for my sister. I wasn't free; I was still being chased. There cannot be lone wolfs around, it's against the law.

But for the first time, I also ran for myself.