He took a step towards me, his scent stronger and infiltrating through my nostrils.
My emotions were torn between obedience and resistance against this powerful bully.
Then a felt a powerful strength rise inside me, my face wrenching as pain and anger played with my emotions.
Then I found myself tumbling to the ground.
Was he doing this? It was almost close to the pain I felt whenever I thought of Xavier and it felt like I was going to die from it.
I parted my lips to speak to my grandfather, but felt the pain double and a loud cry tear from my throat.
Except it was a low guttural sound; a growl of fury.
Was he fucking doing this to me? What the hell was happening that I wasn't in control of what was going on in my body?
He looked surprised as well, stunned into silence even.
My answer came a second later when I lifted my head and screamed again, then white and regal indigo furs started to cover my body.
I was transforming, my legs shorter and bolder with paws replacing my feet, a strong aura of authority surrounding me and emanating from the cores of my bones.
I smelt my own power and strength and the fury of my wolf, flashes of crimson and indigo with streaks of blue flashing through my eyes.
I felt... untouchable, powerful, and large with more heightened senses and the need to hunt...
To search for the most available prey and pounce; exercising my power till they bent to my will.
I smelt and saw more clearly, and stalked slowly towards the man in front of me, discarding the flimsy piece of clothes which had been shredded in the process of my transformation.
I circled the tall man who stood on both legs and growled as I sniffed his potent strength.
We hated that he was more powerful than we were.
"Artemis, I understand how you're feeling, but you can't lose control else you'll do something you will regret."
He was talking to us gently, his powerful voice commanding us to stay calm.
But we wanted to feed, to prance into the forests and mark the territories, keeping smaller wolves away from what belonged to us.
We wanted to hunt, to conquer and destroy anyone who dared stand against us.
We shifted our eyes from this lycan more powerful than we were and pranced past him, proud regal tail sweeping past seats and kicking objects obstructing our view.
We were lycan.
We broke through the glass windows amidst shouts and commands.
We couldn't stop ourselves from enjoying the gust of harsh wind hitting our face as we pranced rapidly into the gardens.
We wanted to be far away from this castle filled with authority and power which matched ours.
We wanted to be somewhere we could rule and destroy anyone who attempted to test our power, we would mark territories and exercise authority as we wanted.
We would form our own pack and usurp power from the king who was stronger than us,
We could kill and shatter...
An aura of strength much more powerful than we were surrounded us, trapping us in the middle of acres of lands marked by a bigger lycan whose authority couldn't be disobeyed.
Lycan King Athanasius.
We stopped in our steps, struggling against fury at the interruption of the exercise of our power and irresistible respect for the large grey wolf.
"Artemis, return to the castle."
We were angry and howled as that pack bond sent obedience to our hearts.
We howled again in anger and tilted our head proudly to the side, running back to the castle where smaller insignificant wolves stood by the side, afraid of us.
It was the aura of other lycans who were like us than us that halted us again on getting to the rooms.
But we were still in fury at not being left to do as we pleased, and regarded them with angry compelling eyes, sucking them into the webs of our power.
"Artemis, stop. This isn't you, you can't lose control."
"Sweetheart, it's me, Leila, it's okay. It's okay."
We were...
"It's okay, baby."
They surrounded us, making no attempt to contest with us.
Their aura enveloped us, their noses lifting to sniff us...Affectionately.
"Artemis, you are too strong to lose control over your wolf."
Another bout of pain, stretching of limbs and draining of fury...
Then exhaustion, transformation and...
Realisation.
I was... A monster.