Half Animals

There is a blur of motion. A set of hands wraps around me, carefully picking me up. “You are not transitioning to a rouge, darling,” I make out the faint voice before I close my eyes as I scream again, clutching Greyson like is my lifeline. The wind blows violently and the noise increases tenfold. I shake my head vigorously as if it can shake away my wolf's piercing howls.

Eventually, we come to a halt. My hands let go of him to clutch my head, which is still pounding while I take deep breaths and try to fight the pain. After a few minutes, the pain subsides letting me take in the surroundings. A dark place, not even a single ray of sun can be seen. A bright light fills my eyes and I glimpse Greyson's hand on the switch.

Shielding my eyes at the brightness, I try to sit up. My fingers touch something, and I can only assume it is cloth. Sparks dance on the tips as I pull the cloth over my nose to smell it.

I content sign leaves my lips before another scream works past them. Greyson is at my side for a second and takes my hand in his, pushing the hair out my face and wiping the sweat on my forehead with the back of his hand.

I look at my hands, blood gushing out of my fingernails as they elongate to form claws. “It hurts Greyson”, I cry out trembling. I hear a faint groan of pain before a pair of arms circle around me. The sudden force made me look at the only person who can do that. Greyson's eyebrow is bleeding, and he also has a small scratch on his cheek, which is healing already. “I am sor….ahhhh”, I couldn't even finish my sentence as my back arches, my spine elongates.

“I don’t want to turn to a rouge, Greyson,” I hick up, heavy tears striding down my face. My hands are in mid transition and blood coats them. My back feels like it’s been run over several times and I am sure I have stained the couch.

“Bloody Hell,” Greyson curses uder his breadth and cradles my face in his arms. “Your bloody mate is cheating on you, love. Where is that pussy ass? Tell me and I will make your pain stop baby,” His grip tightins on my face as a scream erupts from my mouth, my wolf howling.

Roman is cheating. My Roman? With who? A pang of jealousy fills me at the person who can wrap her arms around him and kiss him, fuck him. Soon, however, all that jealousy disappears and it turns to rage, pure white-hot anger as I realise he is doing things to her too. It is also possible that he is safe somewhere and made us think otherwise purposefully.

All happens in a blur but I can feel everything. My legs getting deformed. My eyes and nose changing their shaps. My back adapting to fit the spine of a wolf. When I finally land on four paws. Lilly takes control and my eyes shift dark red, the royal beta mark stands on the side of my fur and she moves to get comfortable in the tiny space. She tips her head, smelling the house.

She lets out a low growl turning to the couch I was laying on. The once white coat is now red and it’s not hard to notice it used to be a doctors coat. Roman name tag peeks through from the pool of blood, my blood. At the same time, Lilly picks up the smell of our ex-mate as she howls to the sky running outside.

She runs between the trees, jumping over rocks and bushes, with no aim to reach anywhere. Another set of paws running beside her gets out attention. We look up to find a blond wolf with black eyes staring at us. He is slightly bigger than us but it is obvious with his blond fun. I have seen the same shade of blond. Greyson.

Upon seeing him, Lilly stops running. All of a sudden, the air becomes chilly, and Greyson wolf lumbers towards me in slow, careful steps. It makes sense as Lilly was able to shift to her true form after such a long time and the range she is displaying right now is quite astounding as well as dangerous. One on herself and one on her ex-mate.

Right now, she is out for blood, and we can feel it. She suddenly paces to Greyson and bites him just below his jugular, a very close call. Greyson shifts his weight and throws us to the nearby tree with enough force to knock both of us. But Lilly is not backing down now.

She runs to him, only that now Greyson wolf is also running towards us now. His wolf is pissed and the dark black in his eyes stare at us as if they could eat us. They both collide and attack each other.

Fur and blood fly out, but both are too hot to stop. Grayson's wolf clearly has the upper hand, but Lilly is in range. His wolf pins us down on the ground and gowls for us to stop. Lilly tries to bite him, again. This time, his face and looks like she is done. His wolf has the same expression when in a flash of a second his mouth comes at a halt near our neck, ready to bite us.

Lilly stops moving and howls to the sky at the moon which is right above us. She howls again and whimpers. Greyson’s wolf lets go of his hold on her neck and starts to lick the wounds caused by him when they were fighting. Lilly whimpers for every lick that he is doing to her body.

When he reaches the spot under her ear where he bit hard earlier and which is still losing blood. His wolf runs a fat tongue on the wound, closing it up with ease. Lilly slumps down on the ground enjoying his licks and care a bit much. She whimpers again when he licks her neck which by the way have no wound at all.

Just as they were about to get carried away, a small movement occurs, and their heads snap at the moving object. A few seconds are required for them to come out from the hazy atmosphere they created for themselves.

A man stumbles to the ground a few feet away from them and he looks like he would die any minute. The sight is enough for both of them to become alert and Greyson’s wolf runs to him and starts to sniff him.

As soon as I see him, I recognize him as the warrior who went with Roman. *Lilly, let me* I tell her and shift back with a lot of struggle. When I finally shift back to my human form, I run to them. I place the warriors head on my lap and examine him. His face looks hollow and lifeless. I gasp when I notice not one but multiple bite marks all over his body. His hands, arms, neck and his legs. I can only think of one word when I look at him…..vampires.

He chokes his last words as he takes my hand. “Mr. Roman is the mole.”