novelxo Chapter 3: Unexpected
I gaze down and | see paws that startle me at first. Gasping at the closeness and realize they are mine, where my hands should
be, flat on the ground. Large, clawed but strong paws, larger than I thought they would be. I lit one and shake it, almost as if I
need to convince myself that l can use and control this limb, it's truly connected to my body. My legs are solid, with thick silver-
grey fur and all the way up my muscular chest, I have a streak of purest snow white that travels as far as | can see. | stare at it,
lean back and pull my chin in tight to follow it until I cant strain any further to see.
I have very little memory of my mother in her true form, but I know this is from her. She was a white and my father a sSilver yet
it's rare to combine both in such a way. Most wolves are brown or grey ... white is a mutation that's almost unheard of and my
mother used to try and hide herself because it brought only stares.
I shake my head, the unfamiliar weight of a different form pulling me from side to side, not fully in control of my limbs or
movements just yet but aware it's so much bigger than my human skull. Staggering on strange legs and fall down flat,
splaying out and bumping my undercarriage as l collide with stone. Aware suddenly to the scene around me, coming back into
focus and realizing we are still being watched. Sobering fast as my new metabolism pushes the last of the drugs out of my
system and cleanses my blood.
The atmosphere is charged, and l'm surrounded by newly changed wolves of all shades of grey and brown, although l'm the only
one with white in my coat. Turning as the Shamans chants draw my eyes back to him and trip over my own uncoordinated self as
I try to right myself and get up. lts hard to use my hands as front legs and I instinctively rear backwards too far onto my
haunches, losing my balance and reeling forward again to correct it, before tumbling face forward to the ground once more and
meeting the dust with a lower jaw clunk.
“l gets easier. Try to stay on your feet. All four of them.” The voice above me pulls my head to tiÌt towards it and l recoil as |
realise Colton Santo is standing right by me, watching as l make a spectacle of myself, in falling flat out on new legs. I don't know
if I'm shocked that he spoke to me, or wary that he did.
I've never trusted anything about him, or any of his motives, and wonder when he got over here, so close. Avoiding looking
directly at him, keeping me eyes averted from his and attempt to get to grips with this weird body and focus on learning to use it.
All I can do ¡is whimper back, realizing I have no ability to form words this way and go into my own head link instinctively.
Wolves in the same pack have a connection mentally, so they can communicate without talking, which admittedly ¡is impossible
as a wolf. We don't' have the vocal cords for human talking. It's also possible when close enough to talk to one not from your
own pack. lf they are willing to hear you.
It Feels strange. l attempt to link with him, weirded out by this new, almost natural ability | didn't have before. Overwhelmed by all
of this and not sure if I am still heavily drugged when in this form, or if this surreal new way to experience everything is wolf
sense. Things affect us differently as humans, and this disorientation might just be something I have to adjust to.
Yeah well, walk it off. Learn fast. He links me back, a husky familiarity to his voice inside my head that does strange things to my
stomach. lIts hardly a polite response and the tone tells me he doesn't really want to have any sort of communication with me,
especially not in a head link.
i'm not one of his pack and i'm not even on the same level as him. It's disrespectful to try. As if to further demonstrate the point,
he walks off towards his father and I flop down to get to grips with everything that I just got hit with. lm heavy, not sure how to
navigate my dog body when I've spent my life walking on two legs. I must weigh four times my usual weight for sure, although
the size of my paws, suggest maybe even more.
“The turning will not last ... only moments fleeting for your first time. When you come out, you will be awoken, and your path will
lead you to your destiny. Pay attention, be alert. You are now on the other side.” The Shaman states it loudly and it echoes
around the mountain like a sort of prophetic song. One l have heard so many times but yet this time, it finally means something
to me.
| get up on unsure legs once more, slowly, like Bambi on new-born limbs and lift my head as l know i'm meant to. In unison with
all around me, we stretch our necks out, lift our noses to the heavens and howl at the moon for the first time in our lives, as one
united pack. No matter who we are, where we are from, whatever our bloodline or our past. Long, soulful with meaning. A sound
that echoes around us, through us and is joined by the hundreds who watch until we fill the night sky with a somber eerily hum
that will reverberate around the mountains and put the fear of god into the wildlife. United in one song that finalises our
transformation.
lt feels strange at first, my throat vibrates, it aches and rasps my vocal chords, but as my belly empties, my air departs and the
longest yowl comes cascading out of me, until it scratches my throat and makes me breathless, l feel alive. Like i have been
holding my breath and waiting for this my whole life. | guess l have. This is what l was born to be and with the awakening, comes
freedom.
I can leave.
| can run.
| can live off the land and hunt to survive. i'm no longer bound by the confines of humans in terms of getting by. Wolves can live
anywhere as long as they can hunt and although we are pack animals in mentality, ve heard stories of isolated wolves doing fine
on their own. That is what I have planned, longed, waited for and I know where l'm heading. Can finally realize my dream of
leaving all of this behind me and finding my solitary peace somewhere out there. As far away from these mountains and people
as l can, and never looking back.
As soon as l relax, our call stops and the energy in me fades fast. Overcome with fatigue that makes me slump back down and
flake out on my belly, sighing as my body tingles and itches with a thousand little tremors. Glancing down in time to watch as
everything changes back faster than I thought it would.
Fur that was keeping me warm, on paws instead of hands... ¡ all begins to recede and unlike my transformation to beast, the
reversal is not painful at all. Is fast, almost instant and before | can blink or even get to grips with what is happening, l am
nakedly human. Smeared in my own blood and flat out in a huddled heap on the floor which saves me some of my dignity by
shielding my body.
| scramble to pull my body into a ball, aware I am completely uncovered and exposed to the hundreds of eyes around us. l jump
when my blanket is tossed towards me by the nearby Damon, smirking as his eyes devour my nudity and I recoil.
Embarrassed, ashamed, at being naked in front of everyone and mad as hell he made sure | would have to cross eight feet to
get the blanket. I glare at him, forgetting myself for a moment and then ponder not going to get it and huddling up to cover myself
instead.
Others were tossed theirs directly and looking around I realise i'm the only one who has to go crawling for hers, like an animal.
He is trying to humiliate me, and l move fast to catch it. Shocked when the slightest movement sends me shooting towards him
at lightning speed and I end up almost at his feet in the blink of an eye.
“Wow' I blurt out loud and get laughed at by someone nearby as they realise how naive I am about the speed and power we all
just inherited. Another change in me i have to get used to. I grab the blanket and try and crawl backwards while pulling it over me
and fall onto my back as it jerked tight and yanked back taut, sending my head crashing on the smooth stone below me and
bouncing my skull painfully.
Damon sniggers, his foot on the edge of it as he looks down at me with complete disdain. Laughing at how much he is enjoying
making a show of me and l have no choice but to try and pull the blanket from him once more. My face reddening with heat,
aware of many more muffled sniggers and laughs at my expense and l can conceal the shame Washing over me.
I know others are watching; my senses are hitched up real high and my body goosebumping all over in response. l can feel them
on me from all over and l want to sink into the ground and disappear. I yank but the blanket begins to tear from the pressure
nearer my end and | have no choice but to stop or be left with a scrap that will cover nothing.
“For god's sake, Damon. This isn't the time or place. My father is staring at you. Pack it in. Colton snarls his way, pushes him
from behind and comes into view, shoving him off the blanket and swoops down to pick it úp with speed. He walks forward in two
confident strides and hands it straight to me, bending lightly as he does so to make sure | get it without any more interference. I
know he's only doing it to save face, exert his dominance in front of his father and save Damon from punishment later. Either way
lm for the first time ever, thankful for him and relieved he is an Alpha in the making.
| reach out and take it gratefully, quickly pulling it around me and hiding what's on show, afraid to really look at him, but it's almost
impulsive as his hand, still attached to the corner, briefly touches my shoulder in passing because of how speedy l am. Hot
searing flash runs through my body alarmingly, igniting something tingly inside of me that | can identify.
Like being zapped by a low strength taser and l gasp at the contact, glancing up at him as he attempts to rise to standing,
seemingly also recoiling for what was maybe just an electric shock. For one brief millisecond of synchronized surprise, our eyes
lock ....
It's all it takes.
One second of direct focus, a meeting of eyes | have never dared to look into before and the worst thing in the world happens to
me. We connect; visions, images, projections start flowing through my mind at neck breaking speed that fries my brain and I
cannot break his gaze or look away. Startled into silence, locked in, and unable to fight what happens. My body rigid and
paralyzed, controlled by this higher force as were forcefully held, trapped in an intense stare down and his dark, almost black
eyes eat into my soul.
His memories, my memories, his fears, my fears. They become a jumbling mass of zooming information, flooding, invading my
mind, and overtaking me as l’m body slammed with an overwhelming amount of emotions, in literal seconds, that could
potentially zap your brain to death.
My body, my heart, my soul, all pulled into this flash of breath, which completely spins my world on tilt and changes everything
instantaneously. Rooted to the spot, aware only of the darkest chocolate eyes on mine, unable to break frees yet marooned like I
suddenly found home and his gaze goes from sworn enemy to lifeline in my darkness. Neither of us can do anything in our
paralysed state but let it happen, until the wild ride of transferring all we are, we know, we feel, is done and we are left shell
shocked from the fall out.
Breathless, reeling from the invasion of his life, his memories, his history, pouring into my shocked memory banks, l finally snap
out and fall backwards in a slump. Released from whatever the hell that was and momentarily dazed. Fully incapable of any kind
of movement as l lay on the ground, startled into silence and lightheaded from what felt like a physical assault.
“Holy shit” Colton's voice waves my way, sounding equally shocked and as breathless as me, and l strain up to see him, also on
the ground. On his knees though, looking like someone just sucker punched him in the stomach, and he falls forward to drop his
palms on the ground to hold him steady. Eyes wide, skin pale, unusually for his normal tanned hue. He looks like someone just
told him the worst news he ever wanted to hear in his life and he's reeling in the aftermath. Around us is complete and utter
silence, like a pin could drop and be heard right now and l have no idea what to think.
“They just imprinted” one solo voice squeaks out, and echoes around us like someone announcing a death sentence.
“No, that’s can have happened...” another, moments later.... and then another, and another. The voices blending and blurring as
my fingers find my skull and I start scrubbing my head to get my brain to start functioning. To figure out what just happened to
me. The mutterings of one or two become many, deafening as they all begin to verbalise their questions at what they just saw.
Me? I did what?... No. It can't be.
I lay here, dumbfounded, and trying to pull my thoughts together, unsure why | now know how he likes his coffee, or his favourite
song, or why l suddenly can get the strong scent of him out of my nostrils, or the need to get up and go hug him, out of my brain.
The crazy primal urge to get up and go sit on him and do things | never wanted to do before, or even a few seconds ago. ls like
every part of my soul is suddenly attuned to him, even though he's feet away.
| lay back down and try to breathe through the oncoming panic, trying to rationalize what this was as | draw in air with shallow
breaths and try and let my body recover from the huge zap he gave me.
“Silence!” Juan Santo demands with a venomous one, echoing around the mountain and like a sudden clap of thunder, his voice
halts the rest of the chaotic noise, giving me some relief before my brain explodes.
He storms towards us and physically drags his son up by the shoulder from his slumped position. Gripping and hauling him like a
madman and angrily turning to face him once on his feet, raw anger erupting all over.
“Tell me you didn't!" He demands at him in a cruel tone, but Colton seems as spangled as me. Knocked sideways and unsure
what the hell just happened to us. His normally confident stance is loose, and he seems unsteady on his own legs.
"I don't know what that was... ve never .... l don't know” His cocky, dominant tone is lacking too, and I can feel his eyes back on
me as | struggle to sit up, pulling myself into a sitting ball and finally have the courage to stare at them.
As soon as | meet Coltons eyes again that same jolt hits me in my heart and stomach like a massive thud and | know this isn't
anything else. Heard enough about it to know what it is. Saw it happen to others. The need to go over and wrap myself in his
arms, the longing way we stop and gaze at one another as urges blots out sense and beast overtakes human reasoning. He
stares at me with the same instinctual longing I find myself throwing his way, the unspoken need to walk towards him and touch
each other.
We just imprinted and the Fates gave me my mate.
Colton Santo ¡is my destined alpha, the wolf that I meant to spend eternity with and follow him wherever he goes. Until the end of
time. He's my path set in stone, my lover, my life, the father to my future offspring.
And I can imagine anything worse.