I wake up with excruciating pain shooting through my stomach and sat up right in my bed with sweat pouring down my body.

Drake jumped up from the couch, rushing to my side. My head hurt so much that I immediately grabbed my head in panic it was about to fall off my shoulders. It's still dark in the motel room, the sun barely peeking through the curtains.

"I'm dying." I gasp out, convinced that this horrendous pain is going to kill me.

"No, you are not. I'm going to get some more ice for the tub." He said putting on his shoes and walking to the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of water.

Drake walks to me and hands me the water. He pushes some sweaty hair out of my face, "Drink some water. I know you have to be dehydrated."

I grab the water, taking the tap off and basically inhale the water. It's then I noticed how raw my throat felt, but the water felt refreshing.

"Thank you." I say. When I don't receive a reply I look up to find Drake gone and the door shut. I walk to the bathroom, feeling the oh-so-wonderful feeling of needing to throw up. I hurl over toilet and another round of pain hits me and I do it again, over and over.

I feel a presence behind me, but can't turn around because of how much I'm vomiting. The feeling of eyes on me did not feel like they were Drake's and I did not hear ice being emptied into the tub.

I finally am able to stop puking, "Unless you want me to hurl on you, I would recommend that you leave." I manage to say with my back still turned to the stranger.

"You'll be healthy once I'm done with you." A male voice says closer than I realize. The hairs rise on my skin and my wolf comes out of the corner of my mind, to defend us.

I guess this guy wants me to throw up on him. I turn around slowly.

I'm beyond angry. There is no part of my body or soul that wanted this man to satisfy me.

I come face to face with a werewolf. He smelt like the woods and he looked to be tired. "I tried to stay away from you, but you're scent reached my camp. I had to come see what the fuss was about."

He looked like he felt guilty, like he didn't really want to come here. I wiped my mouth with a rag and flash my eyes at him, showing my wolf is just below the surface. We were both still in pain, but the thought of men repulsed us now. We wanted our mate, no one else.

"So you're a rogue. Is there more of you coming?" I state and ask, daring him to tell me yes. I could tell he was a rogue just based on how he said his camp could smell me.

"Yes." He says smirking, basically telling me I wouldn't be able to escape.

I could tell this man is battling with his wolf. His personality when he spoke to me seemed to change and between uncomfortable to lust.

"Look, I'll give you the chance to just walk out of here, unharmed." I say standing straight up and looking him in the eye. His eyes kept changing colors, between him and his wolf.

He walked closer, and I side-stepped to the corner of the bathroom. "One last chance, you do not want to mess with me right now."

He laughed, and I flinched. His laugh hurt my head. I had the urge to vomit again but nothing else would come up. I want to puke on him, but I have nothing left to vomit now.

"Come here, I'll make it all better." He says and continued walking closer, his arms extended toward me. His wolf is in control now and his wolf needed to be taught a lesson.

I'm backed in the corner, feeling my back hit the cold white wall. I put my hand up, stopping him.

"You will not lay a hand on me." I say, showing my eyes a different color now.

I didn't want to do this, but it's happening. I needed to protect myself.

In human form, I have a blue and gold eye. That usually never changes when I turn into my wolf form or become angry in human form. The gold aspect will flash brighter and create red specks that are noticeable and threatening to enemies. But my blue eye usually stays the same.

The blue and gold are replaced with a silver and black on both eyes as if I'm a demon. Both of my eyes close and open to reveal darkness than can suck anyone into the intensity of it. The silver captivates and stuns the man.

"Let me go!" He yells standing in the place he stood before, unmovable. I breath in and out, holding him still. I did not want to resort to this, or even bring this part of myself alive. It felt dangerous, but my wolf did not need to be released.

While we weren't at the least bit interested in men anymore. She was going through pain away from her mate, she will run to him. Especially since I almost called my mother to get it over with.

"I told you you will not lay a hand on me." I said venomously. The man was scared, his eyes changed from wolf to human.

"Please let me go." He pleads with me. I know I look frightening to him. That's another reason I hide this part of myself, I'm terrified of what it means. I wish I was normal, but these powers I have... they are like second nature to me as being a werewolf is.

"What are you?" He yelled, trying to wiggle out of my grasp. I could sense he wanted to cry for help.

I don't know kid. I answered his question to myself.

I close my hand and lay it to my side, clenching my fist. It always felt amazing when I would use these abilities, but I knew it wasn't right. I could seriously hurt someone.

The council would kill me. I would be labeled as an abomination, a threat to our community.

The man falls to the ground, breathing heavily. I feel guilty and just want to disappear. This is not who I am.

You had to protect us, you had to protect me. My wolf says.

I'm thankful this unknowing side of me doesn't have it's own personality. I can only deal with one voice in my head. I walk to the man and kneel down at him. My pain was gone now, replaced with satisfaction from what I just done.

"Tell your friends that I am not worth coming to find. If they come anyway, I will hurt them much more than I hurt you." I say forcing his head to look up to my black eyes.

I pick him up with just my mind and he rises to the ground. "Do you understand?" I say narrowing my eyes.

He anxiously shakes his head in agreement and I walk him through the bathroom, to the bedroom and out into the hall. His body is still levitated and he looks as if he can not believe what he is seeing.

I set him down gently on the carpet hall floor, and return to my normal physical properties.

"Don't come back, and don't tell others what you have seen. I will kill you if you do." I say gently, but flicker my eyes at him once more.

He sits staring at me in terror and he scrambles to his feet and starts running down the hall. I close the door and walk to the bed and lay on my back.

I'm proud of myself, but all in all just became terrified that he would bring friends back with him to end me. It wasn't that I'm necessarily scared of them killing me. I'm scared to have to use these abilities, risking my sanity and way of life.

Emergencies only remember? My wolf brings up and I agree with her.

I discovered this curse when I first turned thirteen, that's when I developed the headaches. I was in the woods one evening. It was getting dark and I realized I was outside of my pack territory. The sun set beautifully on the tree line and I transformed into my human form to take a swim in the creek before heading back home.

Back then, my wolf instincts were just blossoming and I didn't realize another wolf had been watching me for the thirty minutes I was there. By the time I got out, a few had gathered behind a tree line, waiting to make their move on me.

I got the feeling I was being watched and decided to stay in my human form in case it was humans watching me.

Four wolves came from the trees, snarling and snapping their teeth at me. At just thirteen years old, I did not know what to do. I had been training before, but never had been in an actual fight. I was terrified. I was just a kid.

They got nearer to me and I knew by shifting I didn't stand a chance. I was smaller then and these were male wolves. They would over take me quickly.

My first thought was to jump in the water and let the current carry me away. However, werewolves are fast and can swim. They would catch me.

So, the only option of survival I saw myself having was surrendering to these rogues.

One of the wolves transformed, and told me to shift into my wolf. I did as told. Cutting ahead, they took me to their camp where maybe ten rogues were. They planned horrible acts. They knew I was listening the whole time. There was talks to strip me of my wolf, use me as an negotiation object and talked about even forcing me to have their pups when I grow older.

I had became more and more angry hearing plan, after plan, after plan. These cruel, mindless rouges had drove me over the edge to anger I never thought I could possibly possess.

I had been put in a tent with a boy who looked about four, he was like any other child it seemed like, but it didn't bother him to witness these men fighting or getting told orders. One of his orders was "Kill the girl if she tries getting away."

The man who I assumed gave him that order was the young boy's father. I overheard the boy calling him dad.

I remember being angry for the child. He shouldn't be asked to do such a thing, especially since I could kill him easily if I would like to. But I think they knew that, and they didn't care about this little boy.

The boy and I talked for a while, he would eye me curiously and ask me questions as well. It felt normal for a while, until I asked if he wanted to try to escape with me.

He let out a high pitched scream and hurled his little body at me with a little knife. He was following his orders. They were turning him into a monster.

The men rushed to the tent and that's when my powers emerged for the first time.

I grabbed the knife from the boy and used my ability to slit the man's throat without even touching the knife. I emerged from the tent, to the sound of one of the rouge's yelling at me. They didn't expect a thirteen year old girl to do it so easily.

It was as if I went completely blank and my body did what it had to do to live.

I lifted every rouge and forced them into the fire where they burned, anytime they tried to crawl out, their bodies would be locked in the same place. Their screams filled my ears and I actually enjoyed their torment.

I left the boy alive. He was crying over the burned bodies of the men, and looked at me as if I was the monster here, not them.

It was night, and I knew I needed to get home. I couldn't leave this boy there so I made him come with me.

I remember telling him that he will die here if he doesn't come with me. I told him I was defending myself and that I would never hurt him, he listened and rode my wolf's back home after a hour of me trying with him.

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