My inside is boiling!
Intestines and stomach sizzling and churning hard, heart pounding against my rib cage like it will thump and break free!
Brain tangling in a seemingly endless loop and my throat…shit…lust for blood, the urge is unbearable, the hunger, the salivation and all makes me want to grab the neck in front of me and give my teeth the pleasure of tearing it apart, bit by bit, flesh and muscle.
The bones, to crack them with my fangs, the eyes, to pluck them off and chew it!
Ah, the thought of it. The desire burns in me, it's unquenchable. I can't, I just can't. Jeez, it's unbearable, it's…fuck!
Beads of sweat build on my forehead as I fight the urge to grab this troubled psychopath sitting in front of me in English class.
Akira. I'm certain killing her will do justice to her bullies, snapping her neck will give June a lifetime of peace and quiet.
When she pulls on June's hair, my claws grow long, curvy, sharp claws that can scratch wood, tear apart flesh and give marks to a metal. I hide my fingers under the table as I count one to ten before submitting to my urges.
My dad taught me this…if I ever want to resist the force of my wolfish nature, I need to count from one ten slowly, with deep sharp inhales and exhales. Trust me, it works well, for the least of times, because most of the time I end up transforming into a werewolf, eyes flaring with deep neon glow and into the basement I run, locking myself to avoid doing anything stupid to anyone out there.
I'm not supposed to get triggers. The smell of blood jerks up the beast in me. Every full moon is my nightmare, when the alpha, who is my father, roars, that tinge that causes me to transform is there.
There's just something about this Akira, something…I can't say, but I sure do want to eat her up, I want to take her blood in my hand and gulp it down.
One…the force is coming harder. Arghh!!!
Two…three…she's pulling June's hair now and my urge to gnash at her intensifies. I'm doing a pretty good job hiding our clan's identity. Father should be proud of me.
Four…five…six…seven…damn, why isn't it working?? Father said to count to ten. When I asked him what if it didn't work, he said that prey was as good as death. But I fear, this is out in the open, this is the middle of Lakewood school, everywhere will be disorganized, those who make it out of my grasp alive will be the eye witness, they will know me, and possibly, the American government will track me down.
Eight…fuck, the urge just grow stronger. I should leave the class, I should go, go far away, into the bush where I can find a poor unsuspecting prey or…I don't know but…arghh…nine, I stand up to run, to run far away, my breathing is threatening to stop, my heart thuds causes me trembles, my pulse pulsating like a high pressure water, I feel every bone in me cracking, every essence throbbing.
Ten…a medium grow. I don't care, I'm lost, lost…in the wild, into my beastly world.
"Akira Kurosawa. What are you doing?" The teacher calls.
It's a miracle that my body is plummeting, that my heart is restoring it's normal beat, that my head is no longer paranoid and my claws, sliding back in like a printer swallowing a piece of blank paper.
"Uh…nothing sir." She lets go of June's hair and I catches a widened smile at the corner of her mouth.
"Might I remind you of your atrocities last year, Akira. There are stricter rules this semester. It'll be best to be in your best behavior. You don't want your parents showing their faces at my VC's office, do you?"
She shrug defiantly. "I'm not breaking any rules."
"Alexanda Smith, are you alright?" Goodness gracious, the teacher notice my distress.
"I…I'm…having a phase of panic attack." I fib and slowly ascend on my feet. "I need to go to the bathroom."
"Sure you do."
Just as I stand, Akira get a glimpse of my face, and by the full moon, she gasps. She seems to have seen something nightmarish, something terrible that will leave her traumatized forever. But I don't care. If it's about the sex I caught her trying to have with that loser, I don't really give a shit.
I was there earlier because of my wolfish tantrum, to ease and not kill and I swear, I hate this life. I hate that I was born like this, that I have responsibilities to do, both now and in the future. The heir to the SMT Share Investment and the next in line to the Alpha. It's all a burden. All burden I don't ask for.
I stay in the male restroom for what seems like eternity. I'm sure the class ended already. Even though I'm calm. I don't think I can continue the rest of the day living like a normal human. Besides, I'm scared. What if it happens again? What if I see Akira and I'm not able to count to ten?
I should go home. My mind drifts to the basketball team I want to register myself in during break, but that can wait. I'll be good tomorrow, then I can fill my schedule.
Minutes later, I've had my bag strap on my back and I walk to my car, a Bugatti La Voiture Noire, packed somewhere in the car pack area. Thankfully, there's no chauffeur, no bodyguard, my father deemed me more than strong and worthy to move by myself-even when we face constant threats from competitive business associates.
I jerk the engine to life, my car roars and screeches off. As fast, against the speed limit, against traffic rules. I veer, heading for my father's multi billionaire mansion, located somewhere deep, into the deep heart of northern California where the packs live, where nobody knows about, where the supernatural flourish and strive.