Kira Thorne by Shia Naawl (book recommendations website txt) 📖

own power trying to consume me. I ran faster, harder. I soon found trees closely together and more of uneven landing –steeper and deeper. I ran forward and leaped into a deeper, steeper curve on the ground. There was a tree that looked dead but its trunk still rooted to the ground. Most of the trunk snapped and bended to one side with its branches making an arch shape. There was a small opening and from the looks of it, it looked like a tent in some ways by the branches and leaves giving shelter to those wanting to accommodate it. The floor was hard dry soil and small dead leaves covered most part of it. Small bits of thin branches scattered on the ground.

I pawed up to it and already started the conversion of being wolf to human. The slow process this time was because I was simply too weak to make it as painless as possible. Bones snapped and lengthen to become the bone structure of a human. The fur changed back into my own light caramel skin and my brown-black thick hair fell over my shoulder, shielding my face. My breathing was hard and my heartbeat was beating a fast rate. I was on my hands and knees, too limp and weak to walk inside the shelter. I crawled inside naked. I felt multiple splinters digging into my bare knees and palm but I blocked the mild pain out.

Darkness was closing in on me and I somehow couldn’t breathe. For every breath I took sounded ragged and struggled. I let my body lean on the tree trunk and that was when I couldn’t move. The memories that I tried to push and push before finally came pushing back –forcing me to remember, to not move on with my worthless life. The power of my own Wolf overflowed me, even though she tried so hard to push it away from me. Both she and I tried to hold on to the world tightly but my brain didn’t want that for me, my own powers didn’t want that. Struggling to keep myself under control, I simply closed my eyes and let my body be engulfed with darkness and memories of my past. I knew there was no way to control the situation so I decided to go with it. I let go and drifted back in time of where I was with another pack and a different Alpha.

Pain exploded into my ribs as Joe’s feet connected with my body. I lay crumpled on the ground, on my side. I brought my right knee up towards me as my left leg was balancing my body from going flat on my back. I brought both my arms to my chest and writhed in pain. I smelt my blood that covered my top and washed-out jeans. Cuts and blue-black bruises were mostly on my face and stomach. Two of my left ribs were broken. I gasped for air. I didn’t make a move. I knew that if I moved, he would’ve beaten me more than usual –even though, my Wolf thought he should be taught a lesson. By right, she was stronger than him which made him submissive, like most men in this pack –no matter what age you were.

‘Worthless bitch’ Joe said as he spat in my face.

I didn’t answer. I just stayed still. So utterly still. I knew the other wolves in the room could smell my fear and that made their wolves excited. Fear always attracts to our monster. Always.

I felt another kick connect to the middle of my spine. That made my body convulse forward in pain. I forced myself to swallow the pain and not make a sound. My Wolf roared in anger. I knew she was more dominant but I couldn’t defeat ten of the werewolves at once. Ten against one was impossible odds. Not to mention I had to defeat ten healthy werewolves. It would’ve ended before it begun. My Wolf knew that and I knew that.

‘Answer when you are spoken to.’ Another said. He was the one who kicked me in the back.

I couldn’t stand lying on the floor being helpless. My Wolf couldn’t stand being into something she wasn’t –a submissive. Be damned the consequences. They were trying to make me something I couldn’t be –even with the beatings. I tried to get up. I struggled to keep up.

Joe kicked the elbow my whole body leaned on, sending me to the floor again. I couldn’t help my Wolf spreading her dominance into the room. Sending her anger. She was powerful and they didn’t like it –because I was a girl and because I was barely in my teens. I was a thirteen year old girl that was more dominant than most men in the pack. The Alpha didn’t like the sound of that –couldn’t and refused to acknowledge it. He was a sexist pig who thought women should be submissive little things that was only good for fucking and getting pregnant. Fucking. I tested that brutal and raw word in my head. It seemed fit enough. It seemed foul enough. He came up with the only solution –beating me into being submissive. Breaking me till I couldn’t be amended again.

Something hard and cool connected to me face. I heard a crack in my jaw. White-hot pain scorched through my body that made me shuddered violently. It smelt metal –iron.....

My eyes snapped open and I immediately went into a sitting position. I looked everywhere around me and I was still in the same place I let myself drift off into the memories I trapped in a black box. I looked over at myself and saw I was wet and covered with mud, with twigs and leaves stuck to it. The splinters in my knees and palms were really starting to hurt. I was stark naked and I didn’t have any clothes hidden anywhere near this place.

My hands roamed around my body unconsciously and when I was satisfied, I brought my knees up close together and wrapped my arms around them so they fit snugly to my chest. I leaned my forehead on my knees and closed my eyes for a moment. I felt the distress of my Wolf. Of what she and I had to endure. I sent reassurance and warmth to her. She and I were one and the same but were totally different people. My Wolf was dominant, strong and confident. I was fragile and quiet. I held on to my Wolf when she became my anchor to anything I faced. When I need power, my Wolf was there to reassure me.

I then tried to use my connection to the Pack to find out where they were and most importantly, where Erik was right this minute. I looked deep into the connection that was tied through my wolf and like a map, I felt where they were. Not the exact location but if I followed the bond made as a pack, it would lead me to them. It was like invisible thread weaving us together mind, body and soul. The heart of us that connected all of us as one was our Alpha. His deep sheer power and dominance that keeps the pack reassured and calm. I felt Erik, strong and powerful. He wasn’t near but I felt Alaric with him. I relaxed my tense muscles. Good. Alaric was one of the best fighters in the pack. He was the very one that trained my raw talent and made my skills excel to the highest capability. He saw I needed relief after my past, though I was barely in my teens, he understood that and treated me like any other adult because in his eyes, I was. Three years I endured it and that would’ve left a mark on you and aged you more than you should. When people say, ‘ignorance is bliss’, in these times, yes –it really is. I may be young at that time, but you have no control whether you’re dominant or submissives. I was the rare type to be born a dominant whereas, others worked their way up to become dominant by their own right –though I wasn’t a pureblood (born with werewolf gene), I was dominant by right as a human alone.

I started to crawl out of my newly found shelter. When I stood up, I started to look at my splinters in my palms first before I worked on my knees. I hissed every time I forced the splinters out of my skin. Splinters were a bitch when you spend so much time in the forest. I stood tall as I started to evaluate my surroundings. I was in a steeper, deeper part of the forest where I was at the bottom part of the uneven land. The trees were closer together than other parts of the forest and the lands were more uneven.

I closed my eyes and let my Wolf take me again and felt my bones snap, pop and dislocate to shape the body of a two-hundred pound wolf. I had a blackout. I was made to remember a part of my past. Now I can forget. My wolf can make me forever forget. In the body of an animal, we as a wolf itself are calm creatures and my animal is at peace. I’ve accepted and don’t hate my past but there are times when being human makes me more vulnerable. I sought solace from my Wolf. She was my protector, my tougher and stronger half. I needed her right now and she accepted me with open arms as she enveloped me, turning from human to wolf.

My Wolf took over completely while I simply watched through the same eyes as her. I felt the thrill of running through the woods. The smell of leaves and the scent of...blood. Deer. I stilled my body and inhaled deeply, double-checking if meat was on the menu. Underneath the scent of the earth, plants and pollutions, I did smell blood. Even when my ears twitched to get a better hearing, I heard the deer’s heartbeat. My Wolf gave a throaty rumble which was signs she approved. It was out of basic sheer luck we actually stumbled into it. I heard its pounding heart and sensed that it was near me. My stomach twisted in hunger and I felt my saliva thickening as my canines were loosely out in the open. It was nice to feel free. To feel the thrill of being with one with Mother Nature. The excitement of the hunt itself.

My Wolf slowed down and became predatory as she stalked the deer. I examined the creature. Its back was turned to me but I still saw its brown fur, still smelling the delicious scent of the deer. Its antlers were the colour of muddy-white. It was an all you can eat buffet. Its head was down, munching on leaves. Wolves, by nature, feed on weaker animals and deer was classed as a weaker animal for werewolves. My wolf waited a heartbeat or two before she lunged at the deer with full claws out. I landed on the back of the deer with my claws sinking deeply into its flesh. The deer yelped in pain as it tries to get rid of me. The deer started to run as fast as it could with a two-hundred wolf still on its back. The claw that was dug deep into its flesh was what I used as a lever. I pushed my body higher as I widened my jaws and bit deep into its neck. The feel of blood and flesh poured into me as both I and my Wolf groaned in pure bliss of the sweet