All I hear is Stephens screams of fear and pain, his fear polluted the air, making it purr in delight. I feel him scramble off me as if he couldn't do it fast enough. I don't feel my hands tied to the bedpost anymore or my mouth taped, I don't feel cold. I'm on all fours, I can feel it stretch like a cat that was asleep all day. It did a wet-dog shake much like a dog does to drain the water from its fur. It opens my eyes and we see him run towards my bathroom in fear holding his arms to his chest as if hurt.
We hear when he locks the door after himself, making it chuckle humorlessly as if that is going to keep it out. The smell of his fear made it groan in pleasure. I'm taller than him, I think I might be eight to nine feet tall. I can see every tiny hair on his skin as he runs, I can hear his heart beating erratically. The smell of putrid ammonia pollutes the air making it laugh in glee, he peed himself. The bastard pissed himself, I look around and notice that its body barely fits in my room, I look down and don't see hands but paws, black paws to be exact.
I feel heat all over my body, smoke is coming out of its pores and the bed. It laid on its spot with its head on its paws waiting patiently for Stephen to come out. There's nowhere else for him to go. My parent's apartment is on the fourth and last floor of the building. I hear Stephens muffled voice through the door, I think he's calling someone, and I can't have that. It slowly gets off my bed and walks towards the bathroom door. We hear when he tries to slowly and quietly open the door.
It sits in front of it, if he thinks he can make a run for it then he can think again. I feel it growl in approval in my head, that is not going to happen. Men like him don't stop, he might have not gotten to rape me, but he will try it with someone else and I can't have that on my conscience. We can't leave him alive; I don't know what kept him from doing this before now but who knows if he has done it to some other girls maybe even younger than me.
No one has ever held him responsible for his decisions and actions, that will start and finish now. He opened the door wider and it pushed it all the way with our paw. He screams and scrambles away from us. His screams are going to bring his goons running in. It rolled its eyes and pounced; it went straight for his stomach. It razors sharp claws slashed his stomach open spilling his guts all over the floor. He fell in his own pool of blood trying to tuck his intestines back in, gurgling and trying to scream for help.
The look in his eyes will forever be ingrained in my brain. "You've seen enough, my host. Let me take it from here. You shouldn't burden yourself with this filth." For some reason it didn't freak me out hearing that voice in my head. "Who and what are you?" I ask intrigued. "I'm half of your soul, I'm your panther Nahlexa." She answers and pushed me to the back of my mind. I didn't fight but went willingly, images flowed through my brain."
"Images of its last host, how she was slaughtered for what she was and for rejecting a mating proposal. They were the last of their species, their people learned the hard way to stay alone. They would survive longer as loners than accept a pack as home. The first of them joined packs to help keep all shifters save but when some of our descendants started showing stronger genes and powers all Alphas threw pack law out the window. They were the first ones to rape and try to breed with us.
There is just one flaw to their plans, our creator knew something like that would happen and made our wombs fruitless unless we accept said male as our mate whole heartedly. These Alphas were never held accountable for their actions and it's about time someone does. If her last host would have accepted it, she would have been part of a pack, but the host preferred to be alone. She knew of what happened to our people even from the other side of the world.
She didn't trust anyone; she was brought to this country under false pretenses and she fell for their tricks. She was hurt while growing up and learned the hard way to not trust easily. Not everyone is your friend when they have an agenda in mind. Wild panthers usually have many mating partners and give their necks easily but after conception they each go on their merry way, it's part of their genes to fend for themselves and their younglings if they have any.
The difference between the wild panther and the shifter is that, the shifters don't easily submit to any male. They are loners, they prefer to be alone and they don't mix in pack business. That too learned the hard way when our female numbers were going down. Her last host wasn't any different from the rest of the panther shifters. They were raised to be suspicious of everyone, they were taught to defend themselves in both human and panther forms.
If they showed any powers, then they were trained by the elders to control them. Wolves mate for life and so do panther shifters. Our neck is not to be taken lightly; the last host knew that and for rejecting said Alpha things were going to get harder for her. What she didn't expect was for her to be burned alive for humiliating the Alpha. She helped many packs, many rogues and humans alike. No one came to her aide… She showed me the first time she saw me, in the woods with Zander, Luna and Keisha.
I had thought that was a dream and never even gave it another thought. Her host died and walked to the moon and she was sent back to her creator. Keisha was furious and tired of her descendants being slaughtered by the hands of her sister's descendants. No matter how many fights and arguments came between them, Luna never held her descendants responsible for anything. Keisha knew she had to do something, or her blood would never fructify. She didn't expect for Zanders meddling, I had already been chosen, he only helped solidify our bond and make us stronger.