Megan's POV
With the onset of Spring, the snow melted, and fresh life started to blossom, new beginnings were ushered in. My fur no longer matched the colorless snow but rather contrasted with the vivid hues. The scent of wildflower fields and the noises of young animals breathed life into the woodland.
The seasons changed, and I changed along with them. I stopped continually being terrified of every sound I heard. Since I had discovered others who understood me, my suffering was no longer personal. I also didn't hesitate to trust those who were meant to be my friends or to let them touch me. Instead of the powerlessness I had experienced for many years of my life, I felt stronger.
Running into the woods that I used to utilize as an escape made me feel liberated. I ran for the first time not as a means of escaping my past, my problems, or my worries, but just because I felt like it. I had my first taste of freedom with my tongue hanging out of my mouth, panting, and a grin on my face. What stayed on my tongue was the taste of pure, crisp air, crystal-clear spring water, and the sweet honey suckles that lingered in the air.
My wolf yipped happily as she recklessly pursued a colorful butterfly into a clearing. She leaped upwards with her front down and her tail swinging, but she missed her target. She merely struck air when swatting the fly, but she wasn't at all dissatisfied. She was warm and contented to the hilt outside as the sun shone down on her fur.
As the animals in the forest stopped, my ears pricked forward and my head sprang forward. The birds stopped singing, and the crickets stopped chirping. I took a quick scan of my surroundings before allowing a white butterfly with bent wings to fly away while I was in a happy mood.
I turned back and growled a warning as I heard a distant footfall. My face was thrown with a vial by a guy wearing a dark cloak. I howled in agony as a scorching hot burning feeling invaded my flesh. I moved unconsciously, feeling my joints realign and my bones start to pop out of position. I staggered about blindly, screaming in agony and unable to open my eyes.
He pulled me firmly against him, his front pressing into my back, his arm over my waist. I tried to scream while pulling against him, but his free hand slammed across my lips and stopped me.
Warning! Gore's start is here!
Nuh-uh, you mischievous bitch. My nostrils were scorched by his foul breath as he spit in my ear. I strained and writhed against him while yelling into his palm.
"I'm going to enjoy watching you burn," she said. He chuckled. "You and your friends are going to burn, just like those other bitches did years ago." His grasp slipped as I jerked my head fiercely, enabling me to grab onto his finger. His scream reverberated in my ear as I slammed my jaw down till I heard it shatter. Blood then filled my mouth. I chanced it and backed away, spitting his finger into the ground.
That won't happen, "I'm not going to let that happen."
"Oh, really?" I nodded as he made fun of me. "They are coming, and we are too." He quickly sprang forward and grabbed my neck, holding me against the tree. I frantically swung at his hands in an effort to breathe again.
And you're all going to pass away. With my scared breathing, I was able to detect a faint cedar aroma. The rogue's head was encircled by two hands, which then snapped his neck and bent his head at an unnatural angle.
I stumbled forward into Jason's arms as the corpse collapsed to the ground in the woodland. My lungs were begging for as much oxygen as possible, so my breathing was heavy and erratic. I unintentionally began crying into his neck as he scooped me up.
"Be quiet, it's all right," While gently massaging my back, he murmured into my ear. You're alright, it's all right. You are safe because I am here.
I said, "Thank you." I cried.
"You nearly killed me," I said. As he moved me nearer to his body, he murmured. "I sensed your anxiety, but you blocked me when I tried to mind-link with you." He took a deep, ragged breath in. "I was afraid I was going to lose you," He sputum-ed out.
Saying "I'm sorry." I gave him a tighter neck embrace. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
It's OK. You're fine. He spoke as if he were attempting to persuade himself rather than me. I stopped crying as soon as I thought of his words.
I said, "They're coming. They're coming, I said again.