Saving Kinsley
What Am I?

Kinsley's P.O.V

The first place I searched was the work out area I had been to before, but it was empty not another soul in sight. The lights weren't even on. I let out an annoyed groan, what time is it now? Surely I'd be showing up late. If I ever even find them.

Standing outside the building I tune into my inner animal, or try. I can't hear anything, or maybe there's nothing to hear.

By now my thermos was empty. Walking back to the pack house I set it on the ledge. Maybe if I shift I could hear farther out? I don't know, now I was just winging it.

Letting out a huff, I will Ember to the surface. The all to eager wolf coming forward instantly, but allowing me to remain in control. For now.

Yes, she- Or I was that un predictable anymore. Maybe it had to do with shifting at such a late age? I'd put my money on having to restrain my inner self from shifting for so long around humans though. The latter seemed more logical. Shaking my fur out, I let all the noises of the early hours to seep in.

At first, it's just light scurrying of the Forrest animals awakening. But then I hear the brush of a paw in the distance. Tilting my head, I stand silent, listening for any movement.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

I could hear the fur of a wolf tail now, brushing along the Forrest floor. Patiently waiting for something. Bingo.

How did I know it was a wolf? Instinct. Maybe? I just knew, the area surrounding the predator was eerily silent. Confirming what I, at least think is a wolf.

Seriously though, I didn't have a ton of experience to lead me on this hunch. Everything I did in wolf form was always out of instinct. Ember never steered me wrong, so who was I to not believe the being inside of me?

Stealthily surging forward, I made sure to use the pads of my paws to silently carry me to the direction of the wolf.

Stalking through the woods felt as if I were hunting, I mean technically I am. I'm just hunting for a Noah. That vague bastard.

I guess it was partially my fault for not asking for a 'Where'. The closer I got, the louder the swooshing made itself known.

Pouncing around the tree, that I was sure where the wolf would be, nothing. What the-

A bone shivering growl sounds from behind me, sending me instantly into a defensive position. Fight or flight was the raw instinct, for me? It always was Fight. I blame that on the years of abuse, constantly being beaten and having to restrain the anger within since I was no match for a shifter back then. Now, I could match the same viciousness. Ember and I were both forged in hell, fighting ran through our veins. Defeat did not.

Flipping around with my mouth already pulled into a sneer, I release my own growl. Daring the wolf to take a bite. The wolf before me wasn't Noah, that much I could see from the early morning hours of Dawn.

Crunch. Crunch.

My ears tune into the noise from behind, another wolf approaching. Were these wolves of this pack? or Rogues? No scents to give away anything, and this was setting me on edge. How many are there?

In a flurry of fur and teeth, At least Four were close now, I couldn't confirm from the repeated snapping attacks. The bites aren't playful, they mean harm. For that reason I couldn't see this being some kind of initiation. They want me dead.

That thought sunk deep inside, I didn't want to die yet.

Clicking back to the present, I dodge the attacks. Sinking my teeth and ripping fur from flesh as hot blood pooled into my mouth. If they want a fight they sure as hell are getting one.

A searing pain radiates from my left flank, I could feel a vice like grip clenched to the muscle. Fuck. One wolf is directing it's attacks to my throat. If they bring me to the ground I'll for sure, be utterly fucked. They'll fillet me the second they get the chance.

I hear the crunch of a bone breaking before I'm being forced to shift back, screaming out from shear agony. Tears roll down my cheeks unwillingly as the two wolves prowl closer to their prey.

'Ember now isn't the time to force a shift, I can't fight in human form. We'll die.' Goddess even in my own head the pain carries clear as day in my voice.

I feel Ember sink further in, leaving me completely defenseless. I'm going to die completely at the mercy of these brutal beasts.

Looking down, blood is coating my left leg and through the gash I can see bone peeking through at a disturbing angle. I probably don't have much time left before I bleed out from this. I'm losing to much blood and quickly. Gritting my teeth "Come on you fucking bitches what are you waiting for!" If I were to die right here, right now, I was going to give it my all. Human form or Fur.

One wolf lets out a ferocious snarl as he shakes his head, diving for me. For the kill. I rely solely on all the hand to hand combat I know to protect my self.

The wolf was now on top of me, It's claws scratching through any flesh it comes into contact with. I hold my arm at it's neck, stopping it from biting my fucking head off.

The wolfs back leg slips right across my injured leg, as it's claws sank in. A pain I'd never felt radiates from the wound, forcing me to drop my arm and reach for my leg as spots dance across my vision.

My distraction left me wide open. The wolf locks its jaws around my neck when it spots the opportunity, before I could even think to scream out from the pain.

I don't want to die, not like this. What happens to ones soul when you die a brutal death? Are you left to relive that cruel trauma on repeat? To die as a victim.

I can't die a victim.

No, I won't die a victim.

My body feels like it's being lit on fire, a raging inferno building to its grand roaring climax. But it doesn't hurt. Not me at least.

The wolf releases my neck, whimpering as it jumps off of me.

It's fur is singed from what I could see as it ran away. Sitting up, to my horror, I see almost translucent blue flames dancing across my skin. Why isn't this burning me alive? I quickly try to pat out the flames, but they refuse to be extinguished.

"You pathetic fucks had one job! I should have taken care of her myself!" Danielle's screech comes from behind before an arm wraps around my throat.

I claw at my attackers arms to let go. The loss of oxygen sending me into a panic. My vision is blurring, as the blue hue of flame dies down. Sinking into my flesh. I can't think straight with the memories of all the times I've been choked like this clouding my thoughts. This position left me feeling so damn helpless.

'Use the flame.' Ember whispers like a guide.

The warmth bubbles up again, begging to be released. Remembering how to get out of a choke hold suddenly, I rip their arm downwards and lean forward sending the body in front of me.

The urge of something inside of me pushes harder to be let out. I grasp onto that feeling of fear, from dying as the pain of my past chokes me.

The translucent flames are back, this time covering my hands and arms, on instinct I reach for my attacker before I'm able to process anything. It was kill or be killed.

My hands wrap around his neck, the second I feel his skin the flames erupt all over both of us. His screams sound far off in the distance, and my vision is clouded like I was looking through a glass bottle.

The body goes limp within my hold, that last breath exhaling, for the final time.

I let go immediately, realizing what I had just done. "What the hell am I?" My voice trembles as I look at my hands. The flames vanishing from my skin once again.

"You're a monster." Danielle's cold voice comes from behind, before something sharp pierces through my back. My screams choke on the blood falling from my mouth.

The shock from all of my injuries catching up to me finally, my eyes growing heavier by the second. This was it. I have no more fight left. I have nothing to fight for.

The black onyx closes in, finally capturing its prey.

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