Point of View: Alpha Ryan Damison
I shake my head furiously as I feel my eyes shifting to black then back to my golden brown color. The focus of my retina keeps on changing as Dakota tries to take over my mind. A fight for control between me and my wolf which I am not willing to give. Focus.
I want our mate. OUR MATE RYAN. Dakota growls in my head.
Errr! I fall on my knees as I feel my vertebral column shifting into an animal's, the bones break then join again to change its shape.
I can feel my chest expanding, the shirt and suit on my human form are suffocating me, ceasing the beast inside me. I immediately remove the suit, not wanting to watch it tear into pieces. Bitch, it's Versace.
Animalistic growls release from my throat, my claws scratch the wooden floor as they slowly replace my nails. Dark razor-sharp deadly claws digging in hardwood and scraping out the wood. I can see dark blue veins popping out of my skin pitilessly. My skin. It's burning.
I scratch harder on the floor as my bones try to break and shift into a wolf's form. Though the process of shifting is smooth, as soon as I hand over the control to my wolf, my blood vessels reflect Homo sapiens' DNA and restructure themselves with the Canis Lupus Lycaon's DNA. It is a species of grey wolf native to eastern Corlinque.
But this time he is fighting me as I am not willing to submit my control to him. Everyone knows how feral Dakota can be, my pack is more scared of my wolf than any apocalypse. And here I am trying to tame the wild beast in me.
My gums split open and my canines grow out from there. I taste metallic blood in my mouth coming out from my wounded gums. My shoulders get broader, my chest expands enough to threaten to tear my shirt into strips.
One by one, buttons pop out from my shirt and rolls on to the floor. I need to control it. I need to calm him.
I close my eyes and start to visualize things that I can't do in my wolf form.
Wearing suits, shoes, tie.
Driving my Z4.
Playing Xbox
My focus again shifts, this is not working. So I again visualize human stuff.
Grandma cooking.
Grandma making out.
Washing socks.
Grandma having a threesome.
I see grey hair growing on the back of my palms. I am losing it.
If Dakota takes over me, I don't know what he will do. He might chase Ethan and rip off Rita's head or run in office corridors and pee on my car. I again concentrate on how to control Dakota.
Blue hair.
Hazel eyes.
Soft skin.
Soft glowing skin.
Perky ass.
Plum lips.
I feel my chest contracting while my canines return back inside my gums. I take deep breaths to control my wolf as I remember how Ethan was looking at me minutes ago. I remember his voice, how he said my name.
Ryan...
I close my eyes until I feel normal inside. The atmosphere feels calm. Just like calm before the storm. I call my beta immediately as I know I am going to lose control once again. I can feel it coming.
As soon as he picks up I become desperate to speak, "Daniel, make the arrangements to the Red Room. Now." I look around for my suit. My Versace suit.
"Alpha! We have no more rogues. Last time you came you killed all of them and-" I lose my brain and roar through the phone, "GET ME ROGUES. I WANT THEM RIGHT NOW." Only killing rogues can calm me down and now the last option is out of the list.
"B-but Alpha only dead-" Daniel's excuses are making me furious and madder. "I WANT ROGUES OR ANYTHING. GIVE ME ANYTHING." I would fight a T-Rex right now, I don't care what is in front of me,
I just want to break bones and shed blood.
I feel the canines rising again from my bleeding gums. My claws dig into the leather chair tearing its foam, with a little more pressure its headboard breaks. I lift the chair and smash it with force on the closed door. Its wheels and legs fly across the room.
The chair was really comfortable, comfortable for a thousand dollars. It's not enough.
I do the same with the other two chairs in front of the table. They break into pieces instantly. The floor looks like a jigsaw puzzle scattered with chair pieces. I take deep breaths to calm the raging monster as I tell myself that I renovated the office yesterday only.
I hear Dakota howling in my head telling me what Ethan and Rita might be doing right now.
I clench my fist and punch on the table's surface. Once, twice, thrice and it collapses like a building during an earthquake. Wood pieces flat on the floor. There goes my four thousand dollars table.
My knuckles bleed ruthlessly, the bones are easily visible but I didn't care.