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Monster	By : TheBloodyWhiteWolfxoxo Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR Views: 2426 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Just as an icy fist whistles past her ear, the white wolf ducks, snapping her gleaming teeth together in mock fury. The wolf's opponent hisses, his crimson eyes alive with blazing rage. He curls his lip back before mindlessly hurling himself straight at the attacking she-wolf. Again, the wolf dodges her opponent's attack with ease. She does not have a problem fighting monstrous opponents such as this one; this battle will be over in minutes, just like the countless amount of battles before it.
The white wolf counters her opponent's attack swiftly, her body striking him down while her massive front paws crush his chest, working like anchors as she pins him. The she-wolf exhales slowly as her tense body relaxes with her advantage, melted snowflakes dripping off her muzzle. The flurry of snow settles around the wolf and her infuriated opponent, returning to its gentle downfall.
The red-eyed monster spits venom, uselessly swiping his cracked, broken hands at the wolf above him. The she-wolf flattens her ears and barks back at him, her voice booming around the clearing. The wolf is clearly amused as she locks gazes with her opponent's furious crimson glare. The creature's lips pull back, revealing his brilliant white teeth. The wolf does the same, ignoring the protesting thrash of her opponent as she leans her muzzle down toward his exposed neck, allowing his sickening scent to tease and linger in her nostrils before biting down, her teeth sinking through the creature's throat. His skin splits, shattering and crunching. With a flick of her powerful neck, the now victorious wolf pitches her opponent's disconnected head into a tree with supernatural strength. The wide oak moans once before crashing down onto the snowy ground.
Swift and casual, as this was everyday business, the she-wolf tugs the shiny lighter attached to her hind leg free from its winding chord. Clicking it on with her teeth, a burst of orange, angry light rises from the small but lethal weapon. The light flickers as it tumbles through the air, bursting into a dancing wave of hungry flames the moment it makes contact with the limp, icy body below it. The she-wolf settles down, watching as her prey is consumed by the flames. The wolf's mind wanders, floating away into a different time.
The white wolf circles a pile of white. Her coat is matted with packed snow, but it leaks off her, melting with her unnatural body heat. The snow floating around her catches in the wind of her breath, instantly dissolving. The wolf pauses for a moment, her eyes flicking back to the pile as she proudly stares at it. Dozens of agonized, screaming faces stare back at her, their red eyes clouded with death.
The world swarms back into the wolf. The memory is only there for a short time, but the wolf is irritated by it. The wolf can't have any distractions; distractions mean she is vulnerable. She violently shakes her head from side to side, snarling as she wills herself to focus. A ripple passes inside the wolf's stomach. She growls at the sensation, but she doesn't have time to react, as a moment later, the world before her eyes is gone and replaced by another.
A sting stabs into the wolf's chest. She halts in mid-step, her eyes darting down to her chest. She growls warningly at it before picking up her pace, her speed building. Just a few steps later, the sting returns. The wolf's teeth lash out, sinking into her fur. She tears away at her coat, spitting out onto the ground. The wolf huffs at them, her breath sending the tiny pieces of fur scattering in different directions.
Just as the wolf raises her paw, the sting returns, stabbing right into her chest. She howls viciously and ducks her head again. The movement brings a wave of fire over the wolf's body. Her paws slash through the snow as she tries to tame the fire, her teeth flashing and snapping blindly.
One swing of her paw shifts all of the wolf's weight to one side. She loses her balance and topples head first into the ground, sending up a cloud of powdery snow. The wolf's body collapses, her bones shifting and changing, her body jerking violently in the flames.
Once the snow clears, the wolf blows all of the snow from her nostrils. She lets out a low rumble, carefully pulling her forelegs to her, starting to stand. But her legs aren't there. Bewildered, the wolf stares at the copper skin lining her thin forelegs. Her breath comes in trembling shakes. The wolf starts to snarl, but the sound catches in her throat. Out of nowhere, her foreleg stretches out again, bursting back into her white fur. The wolf's body twists and shakes until the flames return, smoldering through her changing form.
Not wasting a second, the wolf jumps to her paws again. Steadying herself, her eyes flicker around the forest. Once she is sure that all is safe, she continues on, her steps silent and her eyes filled with wariness.
The wolf is not a creature, a predator, or a being. She's simply lost and broken.
An eerie shimmer rings in the back of the wolf's mind, disrupting her memory. The she-wolf tenses, her paw lifting as she freezes mid-step. The feeling of another's presence causes her thoughts to scramble. Even though the woods are empty, the wolf is no longer alone.
The wolf senses this. She throws her body around, her teeth preparing to shred through whatever is behind her. But nobody is there. The wolf glances around, her head throbbing. It is almost like an enemy attacking is attacking her mind. She paces backwards, paws stepping into hot ash. The wolf snuffs and shifts her stance, her free leg tearing at the ash as another vision envelopes her.
Tiny, frozen crystals drift out of the sky, illuminating the pale night. The wolf's paws are hidden underneath thick layers of snow, her legs braced as the white surface breaks around her steps. Her body is lowered, her ears pricked and gaze focused on the huddled circle of wolves just yards before her.
The small pack has yet to notice the approaching predator. The white wolf stays still as the risen moon, studying her prey while her fur blends with her surroundings. The pack's careless teeth rip and tear, wearing away at the blood stained snow beneath them. A muted growl rumbles through them as each tries to snag a piece of the kill. Ankles lock deep in the snow, ruffs tremble with the cold and excitement, and the endless tug rages into a war. It's not long before a crimson sea seeps out from the huddled bodies, blooming out onto the snow.
With all the cold, prey is very scarce. The light in the sky is always dim and the heat has drained away into the pale, worthless ball in the sky. All there is in this winter doomed landscape is the promise of more fluffy crystals to float down from the sky each day.
The white wolf continues to statue herself in the snow, her dark blue gaze frozen on the pack. Eventually, the snarls fade off and the pack slowly pulls apart, revealing the remaining mangled lumps of flesh. Smaller wolves are quick to pounce on the bits, snatching them up and growling as they drag them away, frantically gnawing at their possessions as if they can't get enough as quickly as they need it.
One wolf in particular, turning to go off with a full belly, notices the white wolf. She raises her head, her ears flattening instantly, her teeth bared. She sails over a wolf in front of her and lands hard in the snow, her body swift and thin. The wolf stares, letting out a low stream of growls at the intruder until another joins her.
His shoulder is higher than hers, his black muzzle flecked with grey. The male wolf sizes the strange she-wolf up, his tail raising as if to show he has power over her. The female at his side backs him up with a flash of yellowing teeth.
The white wolf stares down at them while raising her body to its full height. Her lip curls back to reveal powerful white teeth, snarls spitting out of her muzzle. Her own tail raises, her ears perked as she watches them cower under her might.
Body proud and strong, the white wolf leans forward, her eyes darting between the two wolves before her. They both snap their teeth at her, their knees bending and their bodies leaning back. The white wolf flicks her head and lets an echoing howl roll from her mouth. She snaps her teeth and shakes her head, advancing a few more steps.
Behind her, the group of shuddering black wolves sends a low growl through them. The male wolf breaks his focus long enough to swish his tail and bark once. As if on cue, the other wolves retreat into the shadows, their glowing eyes melting away into nothing.
The white wolf snuffs once, sending a dust of snow rushing over the ground. The two wolves lock gazes with her, their bodies lowered and ears flattened. The male lets one more warning growl through his teeth. The white wolf stares at him, and then moves her gaze to his female companion, her gaze steady. The she-wolf snaps her teeth, swaying.
Something about her stance triggers a sudden instinct for self-defense in the white wolf. She launches forward, crashing into the crazed she-wolf. Her weight and power knock the wolf over, her breath leaving her body in a yelp. Bones crack and blood spews out on impact.
Suddenly, a voice enters the white wolf's head. She can't comprehend the words, as they are beyond her understanding. But the voice speaks boldly in her mind, echoing out of it as the she wolf kicks and claws her body free, dragging herself out onto the snow.
"We descend from them," the voice booms, the tone faint as if it is only the ghost of another memory. "The wolves are our own brethren and we shall treat them as such. No man may harm the wolf, and any man who shall chose to disobey this lay may be penalized with death."
The white wolf shakes her head violently, removing the voices as the she-wolf swiftly limps away. The male trots after her, pausing only to glance over his shoulder, raise his head, and growl softly. Still, the white wolf stands, victorious, the blood of another staining her muzzle.
Disoriented, the wolf swings her head and prances backwards, the images fading. Snow huffs out of her muzzle as the images bombard her. First a flicker, and then the images flash like crazy. The world spins at an impossible speed. She lunges in a rash attempt to escape, but it is useless. Once again, the world disappears around her.
Free. The wolf is free.
The wolf's paws thud to the ground, finding it with ease, her body balancing perfectly despite her size and weight. Her paws press into the cool, smooth soil, testing it. A moment later, she is off again. The wind sings in her ears, scents dancing in her nostrils, the hands of the fresh air combing her fur. Paws light as wind, the wolf rockets through the forest, miles disappearing behind her.
She races on until she senses a disturbance in the beauty. The wolf halts, her paws slamming down, her body tensing. Her head swings from side to side until she sees it. Her eyes lock on the brush as it is clawed aside.
Seconds later, a woman, white as snow, burst through the brush. She hisses, a sharp, menacing sound, baring her bloody teeth. The wolf's eyes closed for a heartbeat as she blinks, the snarl starting to rise in her throat.
As she does, the golden wood collapses, and once again, the wolf stands alone under the inky winter sky, prisoner to the cold.
This was just the act of a wolf, a wolf acting merely on instinct. Her opponents were murderers in her eyes. Dozens and dozens of miles of traveling lay behind her shoulders; she never strays from the secluded yet comforting shadows of black forests, feeling as if she is a part of the forest itself. The wolf is the forest's protector. She is the predator, prowling around and slaughtering every Cold One stalking the shadows. She is not an animal.
As the thought strikes the wolf, she starts to change. Yes, she is a wild predator, with fur and paws and teeth. But the animal melts away like the ice trickling from the tips of branches. The wolf is Jordan, Jordan Uley. She is the quiet girl who moved to the Quileute reservation when she was three, known as the quiet girl from Alaska. However, the pain inside her is no longer quiet. Once again, it is loud. Loud, roaring, and full of meaning, pulsing through her veins, just as real blood inside her.
Jordan. Sam's voice suddenly bursts into my head, cracking through the break in my control. The humanity races through my veins once more. My wolfish body shifts as my mind starts to work again, the wolf inside me shrinking back.
I search Sam's mind for any hint of smugness while my emotions turn. At first, I am confused, wondering how he broke through my thick mental barrier, but the confusion disappears once irritation sets in. My teeth flash and I swing my head, trying to shake Sam from my mind. He's lucky that I have yet to remember how to talk, because I have a lot to say to him right now.
What are you doing? Sam's voice continues to speak clearly in my mind, ignoring my prudent thoughts. I can feel him poking around in my head, and this sends a flash of heat through my body.
My head pounds as I scramble to speak. I snap my teeth, shifting my legs around. I have to close my eyes and think hard for a moment as the words form in my mind.
I am . . . doing . . . what we are . . . made for. My eyes flash open again, darting around the area. Darkness still washes over the snow, breezes whistling through the treetops. My legs shift as I elevate myself to stand taller, eyes focused. After being in the woods for so long, it's become natural to be on guard. One tiny lapse in focus could mean my death.
You have been gone far too long. Two and a half years, Jordan. Much has changed, and we need you now. Sam's words come slower now as his own eyes study the black forest around him.
I allow my paws to move, swiftly and silently moving across the snow. That's a good thing, then. I haven't seen much, except for Jacob's whining about his girlfriend ever since he changed. She sounds . . . lovely. I'm assuming that she is the issue?
Images of a plain, brown-eyed girl roll through Sam's mind. They fade off into another image of a leech, most likely a Cullen, perched in a tree across the river as he studies the forest. She's trouble all right. The girl is too close to the Cullens. Not only that, but her troubles are affecting the tribe.
She dumped Jacob for that leech? My lips curl into a wolf-like smirk. So the rez has turned into a living soap opera while I was gone?
No, that's not how it went, and it doesn't matter. The girl is only a piece of the puzzle in our problem.
Sam's mind fills with another image. At first, I can only see a flicker of red in the forest, somewhat like a fire. But the image expands and comes to life in his mind as he forms the memory; I realize that the flick is actually hair, whipping around by the winds of speed. Air rushes by as Sam sprints through the forest, his gaze focusing on the smear of white and red. As I get more into the memory, the smear sharpens into a figure. The pale white skin and feral expression instantly give away the reason the figure is there, running. It's a leech.
The image shatters a moment later. Sam speaks in my mind again, his tone deep and his concern unmasked. The same vampire has been chasing after Bella Swan for a while. We've tried to catch her, but we just haven't been able to. Bella and Cullen left for the weekend, and the rest of thefamily have warned us that the vampire will be returning. I really need you to come back home, Jordan, so we can ch—
It's a trap. My thoughts cut Sam's short.
Sam's mind goes silent, only showing the still forest around him. He hesitates for a moment. Why would you think that?
My eyes narrow. So apparently they're one short in numbers and want you all to get together in one place to suddenly work together. Out of nowhere. Maybe they'll bring refreshments!
You could be right, Jordan. But as alpha, this is my decision. His tone falls for a moment before hardening, taking on that commanding edge. As alpha, I will order you to return if I must.
My paws crush through the snow, a gust of breath whistling through my teeth. Why do I have to come back home? It's pointless. There's nothing there for me! I'm doing my job just fine.Knowing that Sam will be stubborn, I froze and plopped down into the snow, huffing to myself.
Sam growls lowly, the sound thick with frustration. Jordan, I raised you for thirteen years. I know you've been through a lot. I know your nature is what led you to do something like this. You're very different from your sister—
I snort. You want me to be like Nicole? Yeah, not interested. Run along and quit wasting your time.
Jordan, don't push me to make you—
A snarl slips through my teeth again. Why should I come back to a tribe that now seems to center around a leech loving human? I've seen enough of her, from what I remember. So is that what has become of the pack? A group of us on our toes, trying to save a suicidal, leech loving idiot? Just let her jump off a cliff. End of all our issues the easy way, damn it.
Jordan, that's ENOUGH! Sam's voice booms in my head. I spring into a defensive stance in reaction to Sam's tone. You WILL return home as of tonight. You WILL chase this vampire with your pack. You WILL do this, and that is FINAL.
Sam's breathing is heavy as his thoughts trail off. We both are silent for a long while, Sam's white teeth contrasting against his black fur. I listen to his heavy breathing, my shoulders quivering with suppressed rage.
When Sam finally breaks the silence, his tone is soft. The forest around him swirls as he turns, facing the river. Jordan . . . please come back. If not for your family, then for the tribe.
His words open the loyalty I have to my tribe. I feel a pull to return once more, but I don't answer Sam. My thoughts are shifting into plans, and I memorized what I am imagining. Soon, this parasite will be gone. The panic will cause the leech-lover's idiotic, ice cube boyfriend to make her a bloodsucking demon. The treaty will be meaningless and the pack will kill the Cullens. Then I have no reason to stay and can freely leave again to finish killing off the rest of the parasite population.
Brilliant.
Too trapped in my own thoughts, I don't register the eerie shimmer announcing another's presence until Nicole's voice rings directly into my mind. Jacob won't agree with your little plan—
So much for privacy.
I exhale slowly, longing to be home to give my sister a well-earned slap. I watch through Sam's mind as Nicole's silver body tenses in reaction to my thought. My thoughts shoot into hers before she can even start to form words.
What is with you? Jacob this, Jacob that. If he really does have something going on with that leech lover, it's just another issue that will end up pulling our pack apart! Quileutes are the highest race. We have numbers, strength, and skill. We can eliminate the threat of vampires! We can make life safer for our people!
Through Sam's eyes, I watch as Nicole huffs, shifting her weight around nervously. Quite the heart-warming speech. But I know you're just jealous.
Yeah, sure. I roll my shoulders and straighten my stance. Well, if you're gonna walk around with your nose in the air and completely ignore what I'm saying, end of conversation. I flatten my ears in irritation and lunge forward into a sprint.
No! Jordan, come back here! We need you! Sam's eyes drop to the ground. His teeth remain bared.
Sam, Nicole growls. If she wants to leave, then she obviously doesn't even care about the tribe. Just let her go.
Her words hit me like a wall of bricks. I snarl, my paws slamming down hard, my rage boiling over. You know what? To hell with it. I'll be there in a few hours. I twist around, heading east. My pace builds before climaxing into a sprint, my body racing through the raw landscape like a wind set on fire.
Sam tosses his head back and howls in victory, the sound echoing in Nicole's mind. A wolf smirk lifts on my lips for a moment. Nicole rolls her eyes, her tail swishing.
Good. I'll see you in a few hours, then. Sam's thoughts fade away as he phases back to his human form.
Oh joy. Nicole mutters in her head. She pauses for a moment, her mind focusing in on the forest around her once more. See ya, sister.
Now I am alone once more, alone with just the whispers of the wind to keep me company. Finally.
My muscles stretch, my body full of strength and speed while my paws reach out in front of me. I shoot through the forest, the sound of snow crackling under my powerful paws blending with my cheerful howl. I love the freedom.
The voice of the wolf inside of me, my instinct, still whispers at me to go. To retreat into the shadows and never be seen again. But instinct no longer matters. Again, I am Jordan Uley, the feared, underestimated girl of the Quileute reservation.
As my mind and body race, one thought is in the throne: The Cullens better be ready to die a very slow, very painful, Jordan Uley-style death.
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