Chapter 5

-Blue-

Mother has taught me that every creature in the world has a story but my own story is not known to me. She has long turned back to the dust of the earth taken by an illness and the truths about my true identity has remained a mystery to me.

I know that I am a creature of the moon. A werewolf. I have lived deep within these woods all my life. Lost and forgotten by the rest of the world.

I have grown used to hunting and fighting with the creatures of the forest to build my dominance and instill fear. I must do this to survive and I have the scars to prove it.

I have become one with the forest and made this my home.

However, sometimes I cannot control the thumping of my heart and the pulsing of my veins. My wolf is always angry and vicious. Every fiber of my being is telling me to leave this isolated region. My wolf craves to venture forth into the world and find others like me.

I am not ignorant of the civilized world and the horrors that it beholds but I must stay because I am waiting for something.

My mate

My clematis

My possession

“Bleu, you must never leave the forest as it is only here you will meet your other half. A female made just for you.” Mother will usually say.

I have gotten used to the silence but there are times that my consciousness is being swallowed up by the loneliness.

I have trained my body and my hinting skills for this purpose. If mate is to come here, then I must be ready to protect her.

My body is adorned with numerous scars and a long scar runs down the side of my face. I have seen my looks and I know that I am not handsome but I hope that my mate will not fear me.

Well, she does not have a choice because when I find her, I will never let her go. I will lock her in my cave and dominate her. What more would she want? I am strong enough to hunt and care for her. She will want for nothing under my watch.

I pray to the moon goddess every day that she comes quickly as I feel my sense of self slowly slipping away. I feel my wolf fighting to gain control and run feral, destroying everything in its path.

It is a miracle that I have been able to remain sane for all of these years but I am slowly losing the control. I wish to leave everything here and run out of the forest.

The one thing stopping me is the fear of never finding my chosen one.

I bask in the soothing rays of the moon as it the sky holds it in all of its splendor.. The danger of the night is at its peak but it is then that I feel freesom themost.. I take a deep breathe, strtching out my lungs and filling them willl the cold, moist air. 

I sniff the air trying to pick the scents of unwanted predators. Every creature in the forest has a unique scent and I have become able to distinguish the scents of prey and predators.

I turn to put out the fire with my bare hands. I fell nothing. I have been unable to feel the sensation of pain for years and my body has become as hard as a tree. My physical physique has made hunting very easy.

I get up from the ground and tie my long hair with a rope and head out of the cave carefully. I stand on guard and get ready to attack at a moment’s notice.

First rule of the forest is to never let your guard down. My reflexes have become heightened over the years so has my instinct for perceiving danger.

Sensing no danger, I stretch out my huge frame and let out a deep howl to let my territory known to the creatures of the forest.

Kill or be killed that is the second rule of the forest. A slight show of weakness can cause death in only a twinkle of an eye.

It is time to hunt but first, I must drink from the river. The river is the only source of drinkable water I have in the forest. However, it is dangerous as the beasts of the water, the alligators have made their home there.

After I have drunk, I must hunt.

The sound of bones breaking and joining echoed all around me and soon I was in my wolf form. My wolf was pitch black and very big. I easily tower over most of the creatures in the forest.

I run and run till everything becomes a blur around me. I dig my paws into the face of the earth and keep my canines bared ready to attack at the sight of danger.

After a few minutes of running, I get to the river. I change back to my human form and hide my huge form. I need the dexterity that my human form possesses in case I need to fight the beasts of the river.

I scan my surroundings and notice that three rogue males have cornered their prey just waiting to jump in for the kill.  

They are like me but they are so differnt. I all my time here, I have never seen a rogue wolf shift. They look helplesss and very rapid.

Looking closely, I see that the form is quite similar to mine but way…. Smaller.

It was a being like me. It possessed two arms, two legs, a pale skin and golden hair.

It looked just like mother.

Mate??

Mate??!!

My female??!!

Mine??!!

My body moved before I could process anything. I throw my huge form into one of the rogues and withh all of my strenth, I rip open its mouth.

Rogues may be rabid and unable to control their insticts but they are incerdibly weak. I drop its dead form on the ground with a plop and the second one attacks me.

It does not take much effort to do the same with the second one. The third wolf snarls and growls at me bearing its canines and had drool driiping on the side of its mouth.

I go stand in front of mate. She has her eyes closed and is shiivering in her naked form. I must hurry before she freezes to death. 

The thried rogue is way stronger than the other two and proves to be a bit o challenge because I refuse to leave mate's side.

I am bitten and scratched but I feel nothing. I must not relent. This is the moment I have based my hope upon. There is no way I will allow my mate to be eaten.

I soon gain the upper hand and rip the jaws of the rogue is one of swift move.

“Plop”

I drop the now dead creature and make my way over to the naked female. I can hear her heartbeat and I relax.

Mate is alive.

THUMP

THUMP

THUMP

I turn around to see her face but she soon faints. I must hurry back. She does not seem to be injured nd this gives me a sense of relief.

My wolf is restless. My breathing quickens and I fell the veins on my chest bulging.

Mate…

Now that I have found you, you will never escape me.

I pick up the female and crush her towards my naked form. I want to leave my mark on her.

I want to brand her, to own her.

I am unable to control my breathing and I pant. My canines become longer and I almost lose control to my wolf.

CHOMP

I bite down on my arm to calm down. I must be patient. If I were to mark her now, she may become fearful of me.

I watch the blood flow from my arm unto her face.

Mine..

I cannot control the growls that escape from my mouth. IF I were even a second late…. I would have lost her forever.

First, I have to take her back to the cave and light a fire. Her body is cold and moon goddess only knows what she has been through to be found naked in this desolate area in the first place.