A Wolf’s Cry

By Buttshovingmonster

Chapter 9

They regarded me with the utmost solemnity and I watched, as their bodies grew still yet their presence remained warm and alive as was the beasts that inhibit our bodies. Inwardly, I shivered trying not to regret my decision to know and understand fully my past. Trying to recall the memory of the night before being bitten and the events that ensued after was like walking through a hazy, narrow, one-way street only to end up smacking into a brick wall encased by silver, for extra deterrence. But I needed to know; I needed to regain that piece of my history that made me who… or what I am today.

I barely caught the imperceptible nod that Wyatt gave Cane from across the kitchen. Before I knew it, he was already speaking. Speaking the words to the story of my life that I was as yet unable to see.

It was a slow and painfully tense start. Cane’s fingers continued digging into the already cracked counter till he was knuckle deep into the wood as his voice carried through the silent kitchen.

“I just loved you so much. I wanted us to be together. Forever. But Jefferey wouldn’t let me be with a human. He forbad me to tell you about what I really was and…” It was here he faltered, his voice becoming even more hoarse than it already was. When it finally came out, it was in harsh, anguished tone.

“I couldn’t stand to lose you with disgust and horror on your face when I told you what I was.”

Silence.

“So I decided to take away the one factor that deterred us from being together. Do you remember that walk in the woods Lexie-girl?” He gave a short, sharp, bitter laugh. “You were so trusting, not even giving heed to the dangers that could befall upon you in such a place, believing in me to protect you. I told you to wait for me at the base of an oak and you waited. Oh how you waited even when a lone wolf came upon you, you stayed. Do you remember it coming closer and closer till it nuzzled you? Remember how you petted it and stroked its black, black fur? Yes? Then you must have remembered it nipping you lightly on your inner thigh. Yes?” His amber gaze penetrated through me as if sifting through my thoughts and finally locating that brick wall that was holding those memories. As I stared back into those pools of molten amber, slivers of memories began resurfacing.

A girl huddling beneath the leafy foliage of an oak, a stoic expression masking her terror. Surprise written on her face when the wolf started nuzzling her. A yelp of pain. Fingers grazing the pinpricks of blood on her inner thigh. So, she had been bitten that night. Bitten by a wolf with fur as black as the sky during the storm, black as the inky waters of the river during a flood. Black as midnight velvet.

“Don’t ruin this for us Alex, not after all the trouble I went to. The worry and the fear that instead of turning, you would die…”

The dots were now connected. I looked up, waiting for confirmation.

“Yes. I was that wolf who bit you that night. I- ”

“Why didn’t you come? Why didn’t you come back then? I called your name over and over again! I was so scared so fucking scared! Do you just bit’em then leav’em? Huh? Couldn’t you have stayed and made sure I was alright?” The anger coursing through me at the indignity of the situation only doubled as I relived the memories of the fateful night. I was slowly advancing towards him, my beast wanting his submission as a consolation for the way he had used us.

“It was my fault.”

I halted. And turned to face Wyatt.

“What?”

“I came to know of his plans and I told Jefferey. I didn’t know who you were back then. I had never met you. I didn’t even meet you. I just had to tell Jeffery for the sake of my brother. I knew he had never turned anyone and wouldn’t know how to save you. But the Pack had done this before and knew what to do, knew how to increase the success rate of you turning. I didn’t want my bother to be prosecuted under Pack law because he accidentally murdered a girl due to his inexperience.”

Here, I remembered being locked in a silver barred cage as I paced the area trying to rid myself of the overwhelming desire to tear my fangs into any flesh I could get. I remembered my human self literally doing battle to stave off my beast from overwhelming me as my body continuously shifted from human to wolf and back again. I could feel the bile rising in my throat as I recalled myself unable to adjust to the diets of the two beings I was and had puked out the raw rabbit flesh I had consumed in wolf form.

Jerking myself free from the tendrils of long forgotten memories, some part deep inside me had to ask. “ What happened to Cane?”

“He… He was exiled from the Pack and had to leave the state. He’s considered a rogue wolf now. I as his brother felt that I had to follow him. So I became his guardian. I was supposed to keep an eye on him… I was supposed to keep him from looking for you. But… I guess I failed. That’s why I was here. I was involved in tracking my brother down. To prevent him from reaching you.”

“How the hell then do you expect me to live not knowing if she lived or died? All of you refused tell me a single thing about Alex. You pretended not to know of her at all when I asked. Yet, when I got out of that hellhole to look for Alex, you immediately knew whom to contact, where she was. How would you like if I had kept silent about your only love when you knew she was in danger? Huh? Huh?” The display of fury and frustration left him gasping for breath, each hand free from the counter that was missing two large chunks of wood and I watched as he proceeded to clench his fists tighter, pressing the splinters even deeper into his palms, drawing blood, trying so hard to stay in control. It left my heart wide open, feeling so heartbroken for him and the fate he had to endure just to get to be with his loved one. It was like a warped version of Romeo and Juliet minus the Shakespearean language and the fancy clothes. Dimly, I could feel the wet path that trailed after the tears that had leaked from the corners of my eyes.

“Cane… Cane…” Somehow, I felt like I had to offer him all the comfort I could give. Slowly I walked towards, him, hand extended in peace. He was trembling, shaking so very badly and I wanted to bring him into my arms and just chase away all his bogeymen.

“Don’t touch me.” It was so soft but it was a command nonetheless. I decided it just his male ego talking and he was definitely needing of a hug and a nuzzle and proceeded to wrap my arms around his waist.

I was flung violently back.

“Don’t bloody touch me! I am not some desperate miscreant that you think needs a pity fuck. You’re not mine any more. I see that you’re… His. You just forgot about us amnesia or not while I had pined for you. I wasted so many years of my life because of you. Stupid fucking bitch!”

At this point, tears were running down his cheeks as he dashed them away furiously.

“I hope you and my, huh, brother have a nice life!” The words were spat out in contempt.

With that he whirled out of the kitchen.

And I broke down crying.

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A/n: Hey guys! Sorry if this was too short! I just had to get this out! It's been sitting in my computer for so long 'cos I was trying to think of ways on improving it, making it longer? But yeah decided that you guys need to know their history already. so yeah... If you review, I'll reply you through that new thing fp now has alright? unless you have no account then that's a different story! Ok review now!