She had been trying to hunt a rabbit, Jay behind her. She could remember the smell of its fear, and then the sound of footsteps. It was Elijah, his eyes dark. She could remember Jay telling her to get out of the way, and then Eli throwing her. And it hurt. The force he had…her body had crumpled into the leaves.
But the pain hadn’t come. She floated in her mind, numb, waiting for the pain.
Am I dead?
Someone was touching her, voices saying her name. Slowly she edged towards them, pulling her back to her body…and the pain. It rippled through her, each labored breath pushing her broken ribs into her lungs. Her legs felt broken in several places, her ears ringing. Something warm held her chest though, spreading its warmth through her heart.
And then Luna’s voice. It rang through her head, so soft and concerned Kayden thought she was imagining it. This wasn’t Luna…her sister hated her. She hated Luna. That’s how they were raised, weren’t they? This had to be an imposter…someone trying to trick her.
But the voice pulled at something familiar, its loving tone one she had heard before. Memories flashed…new ones. One’s of being free. Running in the trees. Playing hide n’seek. Cuddling with her sister. Her sister.
‘Luna…’Kayden squeaked, reaching out to the Alpha in utter defeat, her body killing her. ‘Help…me…’
As the Alpha commanded her to Change her whole body shuddered. Kayden panicked, every inch of her that she could control going tense.
“Kayden you need to relax,” it was Xael’s voice, trying to soothe her as his fingers felt her breathing, “Sweetheart you’re pushing your ribs into your lungs.”
‘I don’t want to!’ she howled, her body out of her own control as it obeyed Luna, ‘Please don’t! Don’t do this Luna! Help me!’
More bones began to break, realigning and healing only partially. Her body was stuck mid-Change, her heart pounding as her lungs screamed and blood poured into her stomach. The wolf wrenched, her body trying to obey the command as it died.
‘It’s killing me!’ she screamed, ‘Luna its killing me!’
Fear gripped her, making her light-headed and nauseous. Vomit spilled from her shortening muzzle as every nerve in her screamed in utter agony, bones breaking and realigning only to remain broken, muscles tearing and healing only partially.
‘STOP!’ she screamed, a gurgled cry escaping her lips as she broke into a fever, her body trying to finish the Change, ‘PLEASE!’
But it kept happening, her body trying to revert into a wolf then Changing more, stuttering as she writhed and screamed in agony, primal guttural sounds escaping her throat as hands held her down. She felt sick and confused, unable to remember what was going on other than the pain. A memory flashed and she latched onto it, believing it was happening, knowing she was stuck in her cell, the torture overwhelming her.
‘STOP! PLEASE STOP! MOMMY STOP HIM! MOMMY I HATE THIS! HELP ME! HEEEEELP ME! STOP DADDY! I HURT! IT HURTS TOO MUCH! I DON’T WANT TO BE A WOLF! STOOOOOP!’
Her cries rang in her head, over and over as the Change forced itself to completion, trying to tell them to stop, but their hands held her down, enjoying her suffering. As her body became completely human her voice turned from guttural sounds to shrieking, trying to escape the torture but unable to move in her broken and bleeding state.