Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

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much worse.

I feel like I'm on fire. I'd know I have been on more than one occasion. This, however, isn't going to be remedied by rolling around on the floor. I have to push through it. Images of Crystals reflection over the years flood my head and it only makes my predicament that Memories of the first time I shift storm my head not only reminding me that I no longer have Darren, but my loss of Crystal as well. It was pleassurable when it happened. My skin came alive when the light of the fullmoon washed over my for the first time. It felt like I had been trapped my entire pathetic existence and the rise of the beta wolf inside of me set me free. This is nothing like that.

It feels like it's all building up on my forehead, right between my eyes. I shut my eyes tightly trying to get a hold of myself not wanting to disappoint the King, but it only makes it worse. The pain spreads to the top of my head as if my scalp was being ripped from my skull and my ears begin to ring. I fall on my ass not wanting to move anymore.

"Stop!" I cry out unsure of what I'm expecting to happen but the pain is too much.

It builds and builds and just as I start to feel like I'm suffocating, it explodes. Whatever block was building up erupts and cool relief floods my body as I inhale sharply trying to breathe in as much air as possible. I turn my body to get on all fours. My hand automatically goes to my head and I finally open my eyes as fatigue rolls through me making me light headed.

I gasp as I stare down at the ghostly white skin of my hand. Long pale claws stick out of the tips of my fingers. My ears stop ringing and my senses start to come back better than ever before. I look up to see that the King is standing in front of Jordan protectively. The two of them are staring back at me in what I can only precieve as horror.

"What the fuck was that?" I pant.

The King is staring at me in shock. I sit back kneeling and take in my surroundings. The mirrors to my right are broken. Shattered. The pieces are floating around. I look back at him wondering what the fuck is going on and I see my reflection in the mirror to his right as he stares back at me unable to make out a single word to explain.

This thing reflected at me is something straight out of a horror movie. Jordan and the King watch as I move closer to get a better look. It's similar to the gray beast the King turns into. Except my pelt is white as paper. My eyes are pale and glowing the same red shade the King's does when he gives in.

The thing I'm staring at is truly a monster. Fear is familiar after offering myself up as bait for death, but this is entirely new I don't know what to do or what to think. All I know is that this is wrong. Terrifying and unnatural even by supernatural standards. Why the fuck do I look like that?

"Get Oz," I demand, placing my hands on the mirror. "Please. Someone get Oz,"

"Go," I hear the King order Jordan.

I turn to face him. He slowly takes a few steps

in my

direction.

"Look at me," I cry out horrified.

"Oh, baby. I wouldn't look away even if I could," he says calmly.

"Why do I look like this?" I demand. We both look to the doorway when there's an audible gasp. Dr. Alvarez and the twins are staring at me just as horrified as I feel. "Why do I look like this?"

The people I've learned to call my friends stare back unable to answer my question. But the answer is more than clear. Shifting is always reflected on what's inside of a person. I'd been born Pernicious Abigail Nelson. The daughter of a monster. A killer. And I took his blood, his name, his rank and did exactly what the world knew I would do. Followed in his footsteps.

The sleek beast in the mirror simply shows what has always been true. Crystal had been nothing more than the mirage of what a beta-ranked werewolf should be. She had been stunning. Perfect. I knew all along that I had been the problem. It was 1/2

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why she went feral. My half of our soul was rotten long before she chose me as her vessel. There is the proof in a grotesque shade of nothing. A blank sheet of pale white terror. I killed her. All of them because this is what I've always been.

"It's "Wow?"

eetheart," Dr. Alvarez walks in with her hands out in front of her. "Wow,"

The growling sound of my voice in this form scares her and she takes a step back. Her fear isn't the only scent in the air around me. There's a sickness inside of me and the fact that I actually like the smell of it proves that much. My mouth fills with saliva as I breathe in both trying to catch my breath and marvelling in the sweetness of their fear.

I'm panicking. My head is spinning. My fears are all coming true and I don't know what to do. I can only stare back at the truth painted in front of me.

"Yes," she grins as her eyes fill with tears as she takes in the rest of the room. "Oh, my God,"

"This is insane," Jordan says looking up at me. The twins are standing behind him.

"Perry," my attention snaps to the King when he says my name. "I've never seen anything more terrifyingly beautiful. I take that back. I was pretty fucking scared when Crystal tried to attack me the first time. I couldn't be more proud to be your mate,"

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