Radley
It hurts.
Please make it stop!
Something was... Moving, shifting, in my mind, pressing against my skull, scraping against my brain and I squeezed my eyes shut.
I don't like this.
Pushing, scraping, pulling ... it was almost as if my bones were trying to push through my skin. Tears pushed their way through my closed eyelids as my arms thrashed against the floor.
Too much.
This was all too much.
I can't cope with this.
Stop!
Warmth filled my body and the pain eased a little, yet my body was still moving on its own.
Voices crashed through my head and I tried to concentrate on one voice but there were just so many, all talking at once.
Please ... no more.
"She wasn't ... in her right mind."
Conri's words pressed against my mind as my back arched off of the floor, a sharp stab piercing my spine.
"He could have been just as crazy as his mother!"
Maybe I was. Maybe this was all a dream. Or just in my mind. Perhaps I was actually locked up somewhere, living in my head.
Needles stabbed my legs and I clenched my teeth, the warmth that had wrapped around me before now lessening a little.
A tremor coursed through my body, my back cracking. A sharp snap sounded and pain exploded in my arms.
Oh god!
Please ... someone help me!
Another snap, followed by stabbing sensations along my legs, my back, my neck, then lots of little snaps.
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
No.
No more.
Please!
No more!
Hands were gripping at me, at my clothes, tearing them off.
"Radley." Alaric's voice was right by my ear, deep. Calm. Soothing. "Radley, listen to me."
Crack.
Snap.
A howl escaped my lips and more tears ran down my cheeks.
Oh god.
I can't do this.
"Radley, don't fight it."
I'm not!
I don't want to feel this pain any more.
Make it stop ... please!
"Let your wolf in, Radley."
My wolf?
"Let him take over. Hand over control to him."
I don't want to be a wolf now.
"Let him in."
My ears picked up on what Alaric was saying, my attention on his words, concentrating on anything other than the pain coursing through my body, forcing my limbs into different angles, twisting, turning, snapping, stabbing ...
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Whispers of the Wolf
WerewolfWho's afraid of the big bad wolf? Radley. That's who. He often hides from the wolves in the forest because he believes they will hurt him. He listens to them outside his bedroom window, howling and running through the forest behind his house. And...
