CHAPTER 3

Damien's POV

"Look, I swear, I won't say a word about where you are. Please, don't hurt me. Just let me go."

I enjoyed Dylan begging me. It was strange. A strange feeling. I was supposed to be a good kid. A good Alpha. But here I was torturing the packs' tracker, pointing a gun to his head. It felt…..I don't know.

His leg was bleeding seriously. I had shot his wolf earlier, before it grabbed me. What part of 'do not want to be an Alpha' does uncle Mason not understand.

"I don't believe you. I don't believe anyone." So, I held the pistol to his head and grabbed a rope and tied him to a tree, then I began to walk back to the car. My hand, still holding the pistol to his face.

"Why you doing this man? You should be fucking proud to be an Alpha. Imma grab that chance with one hand!" Dylan said, still moaning from the pain in his leg.

I turned to look at him. I didn't want to hurt him anymore. "You have to learn to look on the inside, friend. Things are not what they seem. There are many secrets, dark ones that all these people in control are hiding. But they won't show!" I spat lovingly and sarcastically.

"Wha…. Whatcha mean Damien?" He asked in confusion.

I simply smiled and went back to my car and started the engine.

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It was 11:40. I was alone. In the woods. I knew I had missed the party. That was the purpose. Missing the party. What was there to celebrate? Joy? Happiness? A new Alpha?

I quietly sat down on a log on wood. I didn't know what I was doing here, or why I was here. But somehow, I always come here if I intend on running away from home or meet with Clara's spirit.

But today felt different. There was no going back. It was me and the future. I may have the Alpha blood in me, but I will reject it!

I knew I was going to miss a lot. College and a few friends I managed to have, Uncle Mason, and a few other pack members who sincerely loved me.

Everyday, I was forced to smile, which I faked. Nothing was real. My own life was no longer real. I felt that was the best way to end it!

But, what next?

I sat there for a while. I could hear crickets chirping. Breeze was blowing softly, making the trees dance in unison. Some of the trees whistled beautifully.

As I looked at the moon, all I could think of was Clara and Mamah Nora. Their cries slept and woke up with me everyday. I was haunted by them every night. Was this what it pays to be an Alpha'?

My father never told me everything I needed to know. He kept hiding secrets from me telling me that the Moon Goddess requests for their sacrifices.

But I had enough. No explanation could fill in the void in my heart. This, I felt, was how Villains were born.

Suddenly, I began to feel my head ache seriously. I guess I was pretty tired from a rough day.

It worsened. My whole body hurt as well. Lily wasn't here to treat me. I was alone.

The weather must be cold, so I thought it best to sleep in the car tonight. I may be better by tomorrow.

As I attempted to rise, a sudden surge of pain surged through my body, seizing my muscles and causing my bones to feel engulfed in flames. It felt as though every part of me was protesting against any movement. I fell back onto the log, gritting my teeth against the agony that coursed through me.

Each breath I took seemed to ignite a wave of pain. My back, chest, even my arms felt as though they were being pulled apart from the inside. I clutched at my head, my fingers trembling as I struggled to make sense of what was unfolding.

The pain grew more intense almost like it was gathering towards something. I let out a groan, feeling utterly helpless and trapped within this torment. It was as if my body was undergoing a transformation beyond my control.

Then an unfamiliar sensation began to spread throughout me—unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It originated from the centre of my chest. Radiated outward. It was a blend of scorching heat and bone chilling coldness as if conflicting forces were waging a battle within me.

Involuntarily arching my back a guttural sound escaped from between my lips as overwhelming sensations flooded my senses.

"Arrrghh " I attempted to scream. Found that even the sound of my voice had become thicker than usual.

As my eyesight blurred I noticed the colours shifting and swirling before me. The sensation of my skin tightening as if it were being stretched to its limits became apparent.

As suddenly as it had started the pain began to fade away. Breathing heavily, I lay there trying to regain my composure after the experience. Gradually I cautiously moved my fingers, my arms until I was able to sit up.

It was, at that moment when I sensed something, a primal energy coursing through me. It felt like a current surging with life and vitality.

It seemed as though a powerful force of nature had taken hold of my being.

But I was only 17. I was supposed to turn 18 tomorrow. Was I an early bird?

And then, it hit me. I looked down at my hands, my fingers trembling. Fur. Dark fur was sprouting from my skin, covering my arms and hands. I felt a strange sensation around my face, and when I touched it, I realised that my nose was elongating.

My vision sharpened. I could see the details of the forest around me, the rustling leaves, the insects crawling on the ground. My senses were heightened, my hearing picking up even the faintest rustle of a leaf.

And then, I felt it again—a surge of power, of energy that I couldn't fully comprehend. It was as if a part of me had awakened, a part that was primal and fierce. It was my wolf, my other self.

I stood up on shaky legs, feeling the strength coursing through my muscles. I took a step, then another, and soon I was moving with a fluid grace I had never known before. I let out a howl, a sound that echoed through the woods, announcing my presence to the night.

I was a werewolf now, a creature of the moon and the night. The pain, the transformation—it had all led to this.

This was it. My wolf.