My Hate Story

Arya

Cool air winnows through my White fur as we race down the woods towards the Misty river that separates Blue Blood and Blacktooth Guardians. Jex races alongside me in his grey wolf and communicates to me through the mind link that we should continue down the river and drink some water. We slope down to the river, the grass under my paws getting wetter and colder the nearer we get.

Looking up at the sky, the full moon shines relentlessly in the deep grey skin dotted with many stars. On this day of the initiation, Jex and I are among the lucky people who shifted into our new wolves. I am so excited and giddy as hell like a cat that just ate the canary. This has been the longest awaited time of my life and I am very ready to go wild tonight.

I look on the opposite side of the river, in the territory of the Blacktooth Guardians. When you just judge from here, the is no difference between the Blue Blood pack and the Blacktooth Guardians pack. The trees, the grass, and everything else look the same, but what lies beyond it is what defines the difference. The Blacktooth Guardians pack is way more powerful than us but my brother is much more lovable than Alpha Logan. Everyone in the land fears him because of his ruthlessness and violence, though it has enabled him to build a very large empire around himself. Despite everything, the Blue Blood pack has got something they desire and can never own; gold.

"A hare!" Jex screams through the mind link. My eyes dart to the furry animals on the opposite side of the river. My wolf instincts to dash to it start acting. Though I am still new in this body, I can still control it somehow. I take two steps back and watch the animal more intensely. It munches on some grass without taking notice of our presence. On normal occasions, I would have just cried about how cute it looks but all my wolf wants is to feed. I bend lower to the ground, ready to pounce over the small river.

"Don't!" Jex warms me. "It is not right to hunt from another pack's territory. It's a law!" 

I know that very well. As the daughter of the late Alpha, I have been raised well aware of the rules, but I want to feed my wolf for the first time. I want to hunt and catch my very first prey.

Ignoring his warning, I jump over and fail to make it to the other side. I dive with a big loud splash into the cold water.

"Arya!" I can hear Jex screaming angrily at me and then jumping into the water after me. I am sure I don't need to save. I know how to swim. But you don't tell the overprotective Jex about that shit!

We swim to the bank dripping with the cold water which makes the fur stick to our bodies. I try to shake the water off and look at Jex who is just starring at me. 

"What the hell were you thinking?" he is practically fuming. I look around us and realize the hare is not there. Damn it! We must have scared it off with the splashing in the water. I curse myself for having no proper sprint to jump the river. 

"It's gone. We scared it off," I murmur.

"Good! Let's go back now before we get into trouble," he says, turning to look back to where we have come from.

"Come on, Jex! Don't be a scaredy-cat. Let's look around for another. Surely there is more than one around. I want to hunt," I tell him.

"I am not scared. I am trying to be sensible here. Let's go hunt from our territory. There are also hares and probably many more other animals we can hunt," he says. 

"But we are already here, let's just do it here. I promise not to go far. I doubt if we shall get into any trouble if we don't go far," I try to convince him though deep in my mind, I know it's not right. Hell! Life is full of risks. Living itself is a god-damned risk!