Chapter 8 : The night it all started
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The night it all started :
It was a crazy night. The rain was pouring down, blinding anyone who tried to keep their eyes open under the heavy raindrops.
A massive dark figure was lurking. It was making sure everything was safe for his people. It hated the rain as it covered the smell of rogues.
Rogues, wolves without a pack. Wolves who sank into madness as they lost any connection to a group. Strangely enough, these lone wolves sometimes got together and had only one goal: attacking others who swore allegiance to an alpha. It hated them and killed them on sight, never trying to hear their pleads.
Sometimes, it felt compassion to rogues as he could feel himself drowning into insanity. It knew the time was short, and it knew it had not as much time before his other self would fall into madness, taking his humanity too. It knew his soul was still incomplete, and it was slowly killing him each second breathing without a mate close to him.
As some gentle rays of moonlight seemed to show him the road he usually took to patrol, suddenly, a smell made him stop on his track.
A gentle breeze blew, chasing away the dark clouds trying to hide the full moon.
The soothing light revealed the majestic figure. A massive wolf was there, and his fur was as dark as night with a silver crescent turned downward on his forehead. Fiery red eyes seemed to glaze at the moon, silently asking the round celestial body if that smell was a dream or not.
Thunders fell. He could feel the magic surrounding the whole land. He wanted to howl to the moon, but for what? No one would dare to come to him when he was in this state. The Mad One, that is how people started to call him as days broke his sanity slowly. Even his pack members would cower in fear when he returned from a run. He began to turn to go back to his home.
Thunder again. The breeze blew stronger, carrying an aroma he had never smelled before.
He felt something almost vital in his chest that made his heart beat faster, and it soothed his mind instantly. He closed his fiery red eyes and raised his snout to the air, searching for the smell that gave a new sense to his days. Even his wolf was scared to say the word out loud. As if naming it was too sacred and precious for them. They waited so long. The rain was not helping the beast, but he needed to find the owner of that scent.
The wind blew in a warm breeze in his direction. Suddenly, he opened his eyes. His massive paws started to hit the ground. He had to be faster. He needed to find her… or him… for all he cared. His heart was getting full of the scent that the wind kept carrying towards him. He knew he would adore the owner of that fragrance, and he would give it the world if it asked for it. He pushed more intently, making the earth shake under his weight.
Finally, the track brought him to an old abandoned car. Quickly, he took his human appearance, letting the morbid sounds of bones break echoing all around the land.
Instead of a wolf was now standing a naked man. He was standing regal in front of the car. His heart kept beating louder and louder in his chest. Being naked was not a problem for his kind, and that is why he approached the car with confidence and hope.
He could feel his body tense as he noticed no one in the car. He opened the car with a shaking hand. When the door opened, the gentle scent made his heartbeat stronger. He went inside and started to smell everything he could.
He frowned a little when he noticed another smell. He saw a bag on the back seat. It was a pink one with glittery butterflies on it. He reached for it and opened it. He froze into place. He saw the baby formula, the diapers, and the tiny clothes. It almost broke him. Half of his soul already had a child. He almost threw it back to its place. He put his two hands on his face. He was letting the scent soothe the silent rage that started to grow in his chest.
He sat correctly on the driver seat and let his head on the backrest. He watched the raindrops glide on the car glass as the growls of his wolf could be heard. He would kill the man who made her pregnant. Hell, he could kill the child too if she refused him. She was his and no one else.
He took a deep breath and noticed an object at the passenger's feet. He found a bag with a laptop, books in another language, a purse, make-up, a hairbrush, and a passport. He excitedly dried his hands on the car seat. He had to pause for a second. His wolf was screaming at him to hurry up and open the passport. His eyes kept switching from forest green to fiery red as the beast tried to gain control over him.
« What if it's not her? What if it's someone else bag? »He said out loud.
- Open and see…we need to know-, the beast answered. He was walking in a circle in his head, growling intently as his human side was not acting fast enough.
The man nodded yes and slowly opened the passport, finding the page where the picture of half of his soul would be. He just had a second to see the picture when his claws suddenly got out of his fingers, breaking the passport apart.
The man sighed.
« Well, happy now? »He said out loud.
He could hear little whines in his head. His wolf got too impatient, and the transformation took them both by surprise.
« Now, if you could calm the fu. ck down and let me use my hands. Maybe I could get a name? »
The whines continued, but he saw his claws retracted, hiding the proof of the monster's existence in him.
He released an exasperated sigh and read the pieces of information. He frowned as the first thing he saw was « République Française » (French Republic*).
Nom / Surname : Leroy
Prénom / Given Name : Bianca
Nationalité/ nationality : Française
Sexe /s*x : F
Taille / Heigh : 1,75 m / 5’9’’
He stopped here, satisfied by what he learned. He could feel his heart getting bigger and warmer. He read over and over again and finally kissed the passport.
« -Bianca.-»
He and his beast said at the same time.
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