Frozen Moon // a werewolf rp // Private - CLOSED

My eyes widened at Rhys. I didn’t want him to leave me alone like this, but I couldn’t hoard him to myself, so I pretended it didn’t bother me.

But the second he walked away, the air felt constricted. I felt suffocated. Panic, I recognized the feeling. My throat clogged up and then I felt it—the icy blood roaring through my vains, scratches in my head, pounding on my body. Pain, unrealistic pain tore through me and I bit back a scream, doubling over as I felt the change. Fur growing, growls and snarls escaping my lips, teeth growing and sharpening, claws appearing, arms and hands turning to paws.

I felt as much of a monster as I was.

(Poor Zenith…. Sorry, I’m here now. What are we doing?)

(Lol. I’m here now, though, so could we do that?)

(Oh lol I’m so stupid. Maybe we skip to when Joe wakes up next morning? Maybe Zenith and Sierra are there, too?)

(not it)

I shifted, my head pounding, eyes burning when I finally opened them. I blinked lightly, my vision clearing. With my enhanced senses, I could hear the comfortable sound of a heartbeat, uneven breathing, blood roaring. I could smell pine, and and—I shot up quickly, eyes wide in alarm. Next to me was a man. He slept, but his sleep seemed to be restless. He seemed to be muscular, but…

I immediately pulled away, but I didn’t realize I wasn’t exactly on the floor. I fell to the floor with a thud.

A loud thump pulled me from my dreams of bloodlust, of fire and ice and monsters in the moonlight. My eyes flew open. My instincts kicked in. In less than two seconds, I was pushing myself to my feet and reaching for my knife.

That’s when I saw the girl. Blonde, tortured…. scared. I could smell the fear on her. I dropped my hand and stumbled backwards, my eyes darting frantically around the small space.

The first thing I registered was the heat. It wasn’t warm, per se, but compared to yesterday? Practically a sauna. The second thing I realized was the absence of the moon. The third, my fractured, horrific memories from the past night. The fourth? I was human. No for, no claws, nothing abnormal except… enhanced senses?

“Who—Who are you?” I demanded, my voice rough, “Where am I?”

My eyes widened in alarm as I took in the man. Rough. Could kill me if he wanted to. I could practically smell his strength on him. Along with that, there was the alarm. The way he sprang up and reached for something—a weapon, maybe?

Another thing I noticed were the scars. I made sure not to stare for too long, despite the aching curiosity drumming in my blood. That, and I was terrified.

And then there was his question. He was new. Just like me, he was new. He had been Turned.

“Zenith,” I breathed out, eyes darting around, trying to find something to get him to stop being on edge. To stop releasing that suffocating aura. “I’m like you.”

Her heart; I could hear it, feel it, pounding in her chest. She was terrified——of me? And her blood, rushing through her veins, it told a story. One that I couldn’t bear to here.

“No,” I breathed, shaking my head vigorously. “No. No. I was out in the woods last night. A—A rabid wolf bit me. I had a vivid hallucination. Where. Am. I.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering how I had reacted when I woke up, too. Scared, terrified out of my wits. Desperately in denial.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly, trying to will my heart into stopping its marathon. Forcing myself to stop being so afraid. “Please calm down. You’ll hurt yourself.”

(Lol. Yeah. XD Zenith probably had no idea he was there when she fell asleep the other night.)

I shot my eyes towards the red-haired, freckled that entered the room. I barely heard her footsteps or sensed her presence. Something told me she wasn’t new.

I turned my eyes towards the man before obliging to what the girl said, slowly taking a seat on the floor, my nails digging into my wrists.

(Yup.)

I stared, wide-eyed, at the newcomer. Why did she seem so familiar when I’d never seen her before in my life? And why was I hyperventilating? Why were a million different smells and sounds flooding my senses?

I stumbled backwards, pulling a knife from my pocket and pointing it towards both girls. “Don’t touch me,” I growled, “Explain. Now.”

“Bullshit,” I spat, Of course you’re going to hurt me. But her familiar smell, it came rolling off her body in waves, and I couldn’t help but remember the wolf that had bitten me… the one with uncannily bright eyes… I shook the thought away.

But suddenly, an impossible amount of dizziness and exhaustion overwhelmed me. I sat down with a heavy thump, sweat coating my skin. “Explain.”

I gritted my teeth against a fresh wave of pain, wincing at how loud everything was.

“That’s not—That’s not an explanation.” The heat——it repulsed me. I wanted the cold, the moon, just as much as I feared it.

I let out a cold, hard laugh, despite the dizziness it brought me. “I’m not stupid, you know,” I told her bitterly, “Tell me the truth. What hallucination-inducing drugs did you give me?”

“She’s not lying,” I finally spoke, letting out a sigh, rubbing my forehead. “She’s telling the truth. As hard it is to accept, it’s the truth.”

My eyes narrowed at both of them. They’re lying. They have to be. This isn’t Twilight, goddammit.

“Prove it.”

No sooner had the words left my lips, that I felt an excruciating pain tear up my arms. I fumbled for the zipper of my jacket and threw it aside——And my blood went cold.

For, thick and bristly, pushing through the skin of my arms. I felt my muscles contract, prompting a gasp of pain from my lips.