Lost Truth: Chapter Nineteen

Wolves didn’t play with their prey for a reason.

That prey could turn into the predator.

Matthew picked me up by my shirt, a cliché move and slammed my against the rocks, breaking a couple ribs.

“Your mother was more of a challenge. Pity, I wanted some fun.” Matthew said sounding disappointed.

“You wanna play?” I asked. “We’ll play.” I pressed the upper half of my body against the rocks, slammed my feet against Matthew’s chest and sent him to the ground. I landed hard on the ground, jarring my freshly broken ribs. I didn’t have time to heal them, Matthew grunted with pain, which turned into a raging yell, and before I could react he stood and grabbed my hair, yanking it to make sure I didn’t try anything, for the pain of ripping out my hair.

“Bitch!” He screamed. “You will die.” My body shook in rage, and I could feel the wolf coming over me.

When I had changed before it was sweet, a pup finding her feet and playing with a flower, bonding with her pack and finding where she belonged. It was a muscle that hadn’t been used in a long time being stretched, it was magical.

Now my blood boiled with rage, self-preservation had taken over as well, now it was a fight to the death, a thirst for blood and to protect my pack, utter rage, and revenge for my mother. I quite literally saw red, and went a little mindless. It was a quick change, my hair shrunk from Matthew’s grasp and I dropped to all fours. I growled and snapped my jaws in anger. Matthew’s eyes bugged out slightly then narrowed in rage and disgust.

“Abomination!” He yelled and pulled out a dagger.

He always had some sort of knife on him, didn’t he?

He slashed downward with lightning reflexes and even though I moved fast he still cut my shoulder a bit. We danced in a circle, doing minor damage to each other in quick strikes and dodges. He’d take a little skin of my hip; I’d tear a little off his calf, always moving quickly back before he could land a solid blow. We moved like this for a few minutes, before Matthew’s impatience got the better of him, and he charged and slashed out in blind rage. I dodged nimbly, let his head hit the rocks and then slid around him, jumped and grabbed the back of his shoulder.

I crunched down hard.

Matthew stood up quick and yelled in pain. He back peddled, planning on smashing me against the rocks. I waited until the last second, then let go and leapt off his back, letting the momentum carry him backwards. He smacked in the cliffs and the rocks shivered again, that was still my best bet. I had made a mistake I realized, not watching Matthew; I looked back down at him instead of the rocks and saw only his boot just before it kicked me like I was a soccer ball and laying me out ten feet from the edge of the cliffs. More ribs had broken, I probably had internal bruising or worse, bleeding, and he could’ve cracked my spine though I could still feel my entire body. Matthew walked over like a drunken man, who was insane even when stone cold sober.

“You, you are dead.” Matthew said his eye twitching; the grin he wore seemed to be permanently etched on his face. I realized I was bleeding, my blood is red-No duh, I thought to myself, what does that have to with anything? He raised the knife, so cold and light, he’ll take my life, without a fight, my soul is dead, my heart is torn, and there

I lay-NO! I shouted to myself.

I will not die here. With the knife inches from my throat I moved with speed I didn’t think I had anymore. The knife slid along my side, it hurt, but it wasn’t deadly. I could feel Matthew’s shock, and I used it for my advantage. I scrambled up the cliff side and up to the rocks that were loose and shook when any vibrations came near. I pulled myself up though my ribs protested and sat panting on the top of the cliff. I was about eight or nine feet above Matthew.

“You can’t escape me there!” Matthew shouted and slammed his fist against the rocks. The rocks above his head shock and sent little stones running down the cliff like rain. Matthew didn’t notice. He started climbing the wall, not too hard for him. Once he was halfway up I ignored the pain in my ribs and the rest of my body and pushed the rocks. At first they didn’t give but after another of Matthew’s fist slams and a little more coaxing from me the rocks freed themselves and poured down the cliff like a broken dam.

“Nooo!” Matthew yelled as he looked up at the rocks. I saw shock and anger in his eyes before he was swallowed by the rocks and blood stained some of them. It was cliché, but I could see one of his hands sticking out from the pile of rocks after the dust had settled, blood dripped from his finger, and it didn’t even twitch. I collapsed on the rocks and sat there panting and in a painful haze, trying to put myself back together, literally. When I had shifted, my clothes had fallen off and were now buried by the rocks. So shifting back wasn’t an option. I healed the worst injuries, not having the energy or the strength to heal it all. Most of the things I healed were internal, but my broken ribs remained and so did the deep bruises.

My leg had been strained and when I finally stood up I walked with a limp. I slid down the rocks, and back leg held up, limped off the cliff. Every step got me closer to my pack. I needed them right now, I had just killed someone and even though it had been the only way it didn’t sit well with me. It took me awhile to get into the forest and I had to take breaks often. My ribs ached, the pain radiating throughout my chest. I was only about fifty feet into the woods, and it was just thickening up when a howl went up. It was Blaez. He was joined by Tate, Semira, Ulric, Rafe, Tasha, Zayev, Accalia, Cana, and a howl I hadn’t heard before, Kero. I stopped and caught my breath as they howled for me. I didn’t know how long or how loud I was going to be able to howl. I waited until their calls died and then put my head back and howled for all I was worth.

It sounded pathetic.

Well I was feeling pathetic at the moment so I guess it worked. I managed to crawl into a nice shallow gap under a rock and feel asleep.