Awakening The Unknown
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WREN

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Fuck, my life. Kassidy knows who he is now, and he hurt her. I just can't believe it. He's actually back in my life.

My almost normal life has been interrupted by a piece of shit like him.

Stylo...

Once upon a time, back to a time that wasn't that long ago...

There was a borderline psychotic Wren. He didn't reach the psychotic stage just yet.

It was on its way.

Two years ago and some change...

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I was about fifteen years old and just finished a excruciating workout from my father and awaiting a punishment for a missing granola bar.

Benji was away at the time, he was in a pack meeting for my father. I was working my body to its limit, exhausting myself to the point of unconsciousness.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I fell onto my back, laying on the ground in the freezing, pounding rain. A monster truck tire strapped into my bruised and bloodied back, worsening my condition. My body screamed in white hot pain, my blisters opening, old wounds tearing to the surface and swollen and broken ankle with angry red and purple skin around it.

I was on the verge of death soon.

My father, the Alpha, laced wolfs bane into my workout drink. The purpose being to make me 'less of a pussyfooting pansy', and to make my body weaker beyond repair. All in the sense of making me the perfect soon to be Alpha, after Ben of course.

I just wanted it to stop.

I called out her name to bring me with her.

To take me away from this asshole of a mate she had and protect me as her son.

But she didn't.

She wasn't the one who heard my calls of anguish.

It was him.

He walked through the Pack house doors with thundering strides. He pulled my limp, and lifeless body into the air. Only to slam me back down of course, straight into a pile of rocks near the Creek's water bank.

I couldn't even scream for help or in pain anymore. My voice left a while ago from all the shrieking I did. He pounded his fists into my chest, stomach, and face. I was sure I was black and blue by now. Blood was exiting my body at a rapid speed. I puked out blood from the multiple blows to my stomach and chest. My nose was broken sideways, and my body probably looked mangled my a bear.

If only.

"You ever pull some stupid shit like that again..." my father kneeled down to my ear.

"I will end you." His words were meant to be cold, to hurt me. But as I looked into his eyes, for a split second, regret leaked out.

My father had left me for dead that night after my beating. He spit on my face and called me a 'disappointment to his name' and said I was the worst mistake of his life.

That hurt me the most.

The facade he had was in full action. Like he really meant those words to his own son.

I was broken.

Hurt.

Scared shitless.

All I wanted was his approval, to show him I was worthy to be his son. To be a part of his family.

But I never was.

Maybe Ben was better and older than me, but I was still valued to the pack.

Lie.

They spit on me too.

After my father, his Beta Ryder, came and tried to finish the job for his Alpha. He drug my unrecognizable body into a nearby cave and pulled out a knife. He was going for the kill.

Surprisingly he couldn't.

Why not?

I just want it to be over with, just make it quick.

A dark figure rose from the shadows. Some force of magic pushed the Beta's body against the rocky walls of the cave and held him there. I couldn't see what was happening with my swollen eyes, but those barely cleared up a bit from being doses with wolfs bane and all.

The Beta's body began to walk away from the cave and disappeared to pack again. A small part of me wanted him to do it.

It's not like anyone would miss me anyway.

The dark figure had walked towards me. It held its hands over my body and chanted some words in Latin I didn't know. My body began to shine in a bloody red color. Streaks of lightning and winds danced around the dark corners of the cave. The ground shook, the wind became fiercer by the second and the rain pelted down into the ground.

As soon as we touched, a current of emotions and hunger ran through my body. My hands trembled, my body shook, my eyes rolled to the back of my head too. The surge of power he had given me was latching onto my body. Blood red veins shown through my skin. Glowing underneath the thick layer of flesh protecting them. My breathing turned into panting, my heart pounding into my rib cage, and my body kept seizing violently.

My body began to heal.

At an alarming pace. Skin stretched back into place, my blood filled my body again, and my bruises seemed to loose those dark maddening colors and went clear. I was miraculously healed.

A strange figure found me and healed me, but why?

"I know you have questions boy, but those will have to wait. I have a proposition for you." The dark figure spoke to me. His voice was raw, strained like he was dry in the throat. Like his vocal cords grounded against each other.

It sounded sick.

"What do you have in mind?" I was curious to know what he wanted from me.

"All I want is your cooperation. I did you a favor, so now you must do me one in return of course. I have mended your body back to perfection, given you a new strength. A new..." he looked for the right words to use.

"Corruption, my dear boy." I was immediately aware of the fact that I felt different indeed. My blood pumped with a new vigor to it.

More aggressively.

"I will let you use this new power in exchange for your debt to me. With the new power in those strong veins of yours, your father will have no choice but to accept you as a strong Alpha to be. I will make your father see you for what you truly are, his son. Do we have a deal?" Yellow crooked teeth shown beneath the hood of this figure.

Without another thought I answered him. "Yes." I wanted nothing more than to have my father's approval, nothing else mattered to me.

He was my everything, my idol.

He smiled and extended his hand out for a shake. I put my hand in his and in that moment it all went to hell.

He took a step back, eyeing me with a new pride in his black eyes. I stood up with shaky legs. Once I was balanced and at my full height, I felt...

Good.

Better than good, I felt new.

I walked around feeling a new pep in my step. This new blood power really helped with the pain. I was finally going to be accepted by my dad. I couldn't wait to get home and tell he and Benji all about it.

"Hey, sir. What's your name. I really can't thank you enough for what you did." I was so happy, I could hug him.

"My name is Stylo. And you will never forget it." His smirk didn't sit right with me, but I pushed it down. This man was kind enough to fix me for my father.

It was only right for me to be grateful.

"What do I do now? Do I come with you, or, do I stay here?" I was bouncing on my feet now, ready for anything.

"You try and fight it as long as you can without killing anyone, alright?" What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"What do you mean?" I was worried about my choice now. Did I decide too quickly?

"You really think this kind of magic comes free? You are one naive boy, dark magic such as my own, always comes at a price."

"What price?" I wanted my voice to sound scary but it sounded like I was five seconds away from puking on his face.

"Death." That's not right is it?

"And blood. The only way to suppress the urges, Wrenjamin." After that, he disappeared into a mist of black smoke.

"So cool." I didn't let his words affect me that much.

I was ecstatic to show my dad and Ben my new power. But the weird thing is, I'm hungry. I walked out of the cave into the not as heavy rain, and walked into the pack again. Pack members gasp at me, probably wondering how I look better in a matter of hours. The way that they cowered at me now was different. They didn't do that before.

Must be the new blood I had.

In the corner of my eye I seen a rabbit. It was so plump looking, juicy legs and thighs, fat stomach. Looked fucking exquisite right now. The thought of my teeth sinking past the layers of its fur and into its fat made my mouth water.

What the fuck?

I don't eat raw meat.

I never had before. But now it looks delectable. I had to shake the thoughts away. The closer I got to home, the more excited I had become.

I couldn't wait to see my dad and Ben.

I seen Ben walk up the stairs to our house looking tense. I ran in a blur to catch up to him. My steps were so much more calculated and coordinated, it was crazy.

I finally reached the house and opened the door to my father on the couch with scotch in his hand and remote in the other. Ben was in the love seat near the fire place. When the door closed they looked into my direction. Both were stunned at my appearance.

"Wren, what the hell happened to you and why are you so happy?" My father stood up and walked up to me. I was bubbling inside with excitement. He was finally going to love me again. My father put down his drink and remote then gripped my jaw tenderly in his hands. When he made skin contact his body tensed up.

"What's wrong?" I was freaking out, he never did that around Ben and me.

"Wren, who did this to you?" My father's voice was deadly calm. He seemed concerned.

He was finally worried about me?

"There was a strange dark figure named Stylo, and-" I got cut off by my father's intense growl.

"What did he want?" My father gripped my shoulders tightly.

"He saved me from Beta Ryder. He was gonna kill me, Dad. But then Stylo came and saved me. And then he healed me and gave me a blood power." My father didn't seem too happy about the news.

"I only accepted it for us. For you to accept me as your son, Dad. He gave me power so I can be everything you need me to be." He didn't understand. I wanted us to be happy again, but he wasn't.

"Son, did he say anything else to you?" He called me son.

Finally, I missed hearing the word come from him.

"He told me to fight it as long as I can without killing anyone. Also that I owe a debt to him." I clarified.

Now that I say it, it sounds horrible. I wasn't going to kill anyone just to keep down the urges.

"We have to lock you up, okay Wren? For yours and everyone in this packs safety." I don't get how I'm going to make him happy if I'm locked up.

"Dad, how am I going to be saving myself and the pack by being locked up? That's only for people considered dangerous." That's what happened to bad men that entered our pack.

I hope he doesn't think I'm dangerous.

"Wren." Ben said while squeezing my shoulder in comfort. His face said it all.

They think I'm a threat.

"No, no you got it all wrong. I did this for our happiness. I can protect us and keep everyone safe. I promise. I'm not going to kill anyone." I was panicking now.

"You have one week to show me that you are not a threat to my pack, or yourself. Am I clear, Wrenjamin?" I nodded my head.

"If you are, then I'm sorry son, but you'll have to be locked in a cell or..." my father trailed off.

"Or what? Dad, what are you not telling me?!" They were looking down at the floor in shame.

"I'll have to kill you, Wren."

Those words left my father's mouth was like a punch in the nads. My face was drained of its blood. My heart sped up in my chest.

Kill me?

Before he could open his mouth to say anything else, my stomach growled. I felt like I was starved for years. I haven't eaten all day long.

Scratch that, all week.

I smelled blood from the distance. The metallic, yet sweet smell drifted into my nostrils. The most intoxicatingly Devine smell in the world.

Raw prey.

That one week was soon destroyed.

Before I could even comprehend what was happening, I slammed out of the house with a new found speed. I followed the smell all the way out into the woods. I ignored the calls from Ben and my Dad.

All I wanted was the beautiful creature between my jaws.

A shifted pack member was in wolf form, he was eating a grown moose. It looked fucking delicious. The shredded and torn muscles, to the poking out rib cage bones, the blood dripping from the wolf's muzzle.

It was all too much.

I growled at the wolf.

It was different than my other growls.

It was terrible.

It shook everything inside of me, made my hands shake and made my body hum in a darkening way. A bloody red atmospheric like energy cloaked my skin. Red lightning crackled through the energy force with vigor. My canines seemed longer than usual. A slick dark substance dripped from my new venom glands in my gums. My claws were midnight black and sharp as a razor.

Same body, new tricks.

The wolf looked into my eyes, cowering like I was going to tear him apart.

Maybe I was.

I looked at the reflection of myself in his eyes. My own eyes were bloodshot in the whites of eyes, my irises were black with bright streaks of that blood red color.

I looked like something entirely different.

What am I?

I black out after growling to the wolf again. The wolf whined and the sounds of bones crushing and blood spattered was music to my ears.

I don't know how or when, but I woke up in a meadow, alone.

In the dark.

Covered head to toe in blood.

It wasn't mine though.

Who's was it?

A skull piercing pain tore through my head. I screamed out in pain, it hurts so bad. I was remembering.

Wolf with moose.

Growling at wolf.

Wolf leaving.

Shredding the moose in half.

Attacking a group of elk.

Ben finding me.

Dad dragging me.

Rogue attack.

Me fighting off rogues in pack lines.

Bodies scattered everywhere.

Ben and Dad leaving with pack members.

I did this.

I killed all of those rogues. My body went into autopilot and slaughtered all of them. And the worst part is...

I wanted more.

Months had passed since the first incident. I was locked in a cage laced with silver binds whenever I was hungry. My father had Ben feed me since he was trying to figure out what Stylo had done to me.

I tried eating normal food again, it was decent until I got my cravings again. I was fed raw steak and chicken when I was too out of control. I was drugged with wolfs bane, and shackled to the concrete walls with a special spell on them.

Just for me.

"How are you holding up?" Ben had came near the cell. Keeping his distance. My brother knew how truly unstable I was.

I tried getting out on multiple occasions.

Hell, I even threatened to take a chunk out of him if he didn't let me eat something good. My mind was focused on eating everything and everyone in sight. I was only aware of how terrible my mind was until I ripped open my cage and jumped at Ben.

I realized how fucked up I really was.

Then two years has passed by. Me stuck in a rotting spellbound cage slowly going insane with hungry, angry thoughts. My insanity was slowly diminishing at all the witches that had visited me and did their juju to my body. The cravings for raw flesh and blood had subsided at bit and I was eating normal food again.

Riot, my wolf, he was just as insane as I was. He wanted what I wanted. But the blood he craved the most was his.

Stylo's blood.

He was enraged when he found out that he was behind it all. He made me look all over for the bastard to rip him open and gnaw on his bones for a while. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Riot was my bestfriend, he wanted the best for me. Even with our unstable mindset, he was always on my side. Not too many months after being released, I hopped on my bike and went for a midnight ride.

And died...

I wonder how Kassidy's gonna feel after tell her about me. I hope she won't get too scared and run away.

Or come around when I get hungry.

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