Her whole body gets spun around as my fist connect to her face. She then falls on the ground out cold.
Awe, blood is getting all over her cute white dress.
Good.
I breathe heavily as I feel something scratching at the back of my mind. My skin just itching and heating as each and every second passed. My temper getting worse and worse as well.
A hand lands on my shoulder, "Willa calm down." Someone tells me and my vision goes fuzzy with rage along with all of my senses.
Fury bubbles once again making me grab their hand resting on my shoulder and under their arm. "He's mine!" I swing them onto the ground with ease. I only witness blonde hair streak my vision before the body lands before me.
"Willa! It's over! Everything is alright!" A voice sounding too much like the bitch I just knocked out speaks.
I growl loudly again trying to threaten the voice to stay away. Quickly I grab a lamp from the desk holding it in my shaking hand.
"I said he's mine!" I scream throwing it in the direction of the voice. It shatters against something, but I don't know what.
"Greyson you're obviously the only one she'll listen to! Take her outside now!" Before I can throw another object at this person for using my mates name arms wrap around me.
I'm lifted off the ground in an instant being carried outside of the house. "Let me go! Let me go now!" I growl threatening trying to get them to cower away from me. But their grip stays intact.
Air quickly rushes across my face as we move so quickly outside of the house. Soon we're just a bit beyond the sparing circle. "I said let me go!" I scream.
The person does as I says and puts me down on the ground.
In an instant I turn trying to swing at the person.
Though as my fist swings at air it's quickly grabbed caught. So on instinct I throw my other fist. Though it's caught as well. Before I can do anything else my back is harshly pushed up against a tree while one large hand holds my hands down above my head and another hand grips onto my jaw firmly. "Look at me, look at me Willa!" They yell and I do because it's the voice I've wanted to hear all along. "It's me, it's me, I'm here." His blue eyes come into my blurred vision. "I need you to calm down," he tells me.
I blink harshly as my vision comes out more clearly. Though once I see his whole face my breath quickens immensely.
Is it hot out here? Why am I burning up? "Shit," he mutters. "Little one, I need you to breathe. I need you to calm down," he shakes my head slightly.
I'll tell you what I need. Ice. It's hot.
"I can't, I can't. I want to but I can't. There's so many things that are making me angry," I grind out between my teeth.
"We're going to get through this, you're going to get through this, okay?" He asks me softly as he let's go of the hands above my head.
I stare at him confusingly, "Get through what?"
"Nothing yet, but only if you calm down."
No matter how hard I can't calm down. Rayan that bitch ruined my whole day. Greyson that idiot said that he was ashamed of me and broke my heart.
I can't be calm, I can't be happy, just furious. "I can't!"
Suddenly piercing back pain erupts in my spine. I constrict with as it feels like a knife has stabbed through it twisting apart each individual vertebrae. I let out a mangled scream as I drop to the ground my knees not being able to handle the pain.
I see Greyson follow me down.
I want him away from me, but then I also want him to never leave me.
I'm hot too hot.
But my back hurts, and I'm still livid from today.
I don't know what to do, how to act, anything.
There's too many thought, too many emotions at the same time wracking my brain turning it into mush.
A confused ball of mush.
Pulling on my tank top I want it off, now. I feel like I'm boiling underneath my skin. Almost like my skin will break out with heat blisters from burning. "I'm too hot get this off of me!" I yell.
I see Greyson reach down, his hands land on my stomach gripping my shirt material. He quickly rips it releasing me from my heated prison.
He then continues to rip off my leggings as sweat drips down my forehead like a damn water tap.
This leaves me in only my bra and underwear.
Greyson then grabs onto my sports bra ready to rip it in half, but I stop him quickly. "It's better with no clothes." He softly tells me.
"Only if I say," I breathlessly tell him not sure what's better if I'm naked.
Then there's a loud crack in my leg making me scream out in pain. Then other then does the same making me scream once again. It feels as if my bones are breaking over and over again without me actually doing anything "Make it stop!" I sob.
Quickly I feel my head being softly placed on something soft. I soon realize it's Greyson's lap as he soothingly strokes my hair. "It'll be over soon, I promise."
Another two cracks erupt in my arms as I see them morph into a contorted position that seems impossible.
One glance at them and I vomit into the grass beside me. Feeling queasy from the heat, but the sight of my arm contorting into a position that shouldn't be possible. It shouldn't be able to do that.
Softly Greyson maneuvers me away from my vomit so. I sob again embarrassed, "I'm sorry." I tell him.
He shushes me stroking my sweaty hair away from my face. "It's normal, it's alright." It's normal? What is happening to me?!
Many cracks sound from my spine as it arches greatly raising from the ground. Feeling like my spine is trying to escape out of my belly button.
Greyson pushes me back down as I scream in pain.
I can't take it anymore, the heat, it's becoming too overwhelming. "Clothes off," I tell him feeling like I'm blazing in the pits of hell.
He doesn't hesitate and rips off my remaining clothing. "Don't look," I sob. He shushes me again as I look up into his deep blue eyes.
"Only your face," I nod at his soft face. His soft voice telling me as he wipes off the many tears streaming down my face.
My gums quickly ache as I feel something moving through them. Coming through and piecing them. I quickly taste the pungent iron of blood as my mouth fills with it.
Gagging I choke on the red liquid spitting it out. I get it all over my face even as I tried to spit it to the ground next to me.
"Am I dying!" I scream as I sob harder feeling as if this was the last moment I was spending in this earth.
Grey wipes the blood from my chin as his eyebrows furrow. "You're not dying. You're going to be fine." He says calmly.
My lips quiver as my vision goes in and out of focus and Grey runs his thumb over my forehead softly. "I just want it to stop," I cry as I feel my core heat up again signaling that another event was going to happen.
I panic as my breathing quickens and my tears continue to fall.
Without much of a preparation my neck cracks and my head snaps to the side making me scream.
My vision goes black.
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I don't know how much time passes by before I wake up. It feels as if I've been sleeping for many years.
But surprisingly, I feel great.
It feels like my body is fully energized even when I haven't opened my eyes yet.
I mumble slightly as I let slumber drip off of me slowly.
Quickly I realize my head still rests in Greyson's lap, as he strokes my hair slowly. He mumbles softly so himself, "You did so good. I'm so proud of you," I don't even think he knows I'm awake.
But what did I do so good? Why is he proud of me?
Whatever it is I choose to ignore it. Instead I run my head against his lap telling him I'm awake. Slowly opening my eyes blinking a few times to focus, but once I do I'm shocked.
I can see everything! Every individual blade of grass, every autumn colored leaf. I even see their individual pattern on each back of one.
My head snaps up so I can question Greyson on what's happening, but as I look into his blue eyes. Those blue eyes that I get lost in every time, everything in the world freezes. I feel like it's just the two of us against everyone, I feel my love for him engross largely. Mate! Mate! Mate! A voice that's not Greyson's yips excitedly in my head.
I scrunch my eyebrows together, but then Greyson's entrancing scent sends me standing to my feet. He smells just like he did before, but more vividly detailed. More alluring. The forest scent drips off of him, as it's mixed with musky cologne, and topped off with a hint of cinnamon.
Who knew that could be the best scent I've ever smelled in my life?
I'm too busy looking at my mate to even notice I'm still crawling on the ground. I look down to my hands as the grip the grass beneath, but as I do all of my air is taken from my lungs.
Everything I knew, or thought I knew washes away because instead of hands I have paws.