Blood Moon Forest - falicity davis, falicity davis (web based ebook reader .txt) 📗

I was being carried. I tried to pick up my head and it wouldn't budge. Like I was strapped down. My eyes were so heavy, to the point I felt utterly dead. A raspy noise that resembled a dying cat, creeped up my throat.

"I'm not the only one that heard that right?" Far's voice was questioning. "We need to stop and help her regroup." That made me alert. I didn't know who that was.

"Jameela, can you hear me? If you can, um, wrinkle your nose!" I knew that was one of my pack mates, I'm not sure who. It wasn't relevant, because I couldn't move. I felt our bond pull and strain as Zafara came closer. "Meela if your in there, and can hear me," She grabbed my hand and squeezed, "Squeeze my hand." The worry in her voice bothered me. I tried, I could feel my veins burning with an ache as I tried to even move a finger. My hand was on fire. I could feel it, that little teeny tiny movement of my pinky, had me wanting to sleep for years. "She did it! It was small but it happened." Far's voice was hopeful.

I felt myself being picked up and moving fast. Then it hit me, the scent of rain and a thousand cherries. My eyes flew open and I flung up out of the arms of my carrier. The scent was exhilarating and a rush. I knew it, I smelled it before.

"Mate." My voice was husky from not having any use. "Mate." My eyes burned as they turned a dark green and my sight sharpened. With each inhale his scent was stronger, and I swear I could almost feel it around me.

Nick stared at me, as he bent down and spoke. I couldn't hear him though, my mind and wolf was on the smell of fresh rain. It was such a crisp scent. "Jameela." I was suddenly grabbed and forced to look at Zafara. "Hey, calm down." The scent was gone the second she grabbed me. "It's gone. What happened?" I was surprised at the words flying out of my mouth. My eyes were looking around for the source of the smell. A hand touched my shoulder and I stood to my feet in a flash. "Don't touch me!" My teeth elongated and my claws elongated, turning darker until they were black. The look of shock was evident on her face, as well as the others. But she knew it wasn't me, My wolf that had been on high alert had shoved her way to the surface and took control, pushing me into the dark corners of my own mind that she called home. "It was a trance state. The scent is gone because you broke the trance allowing other scents and smells to invade your senses and mind." Nicks voice was so smooth, it sort of lulled her enough to let me regain control. But as soon as I had control I couldn't stand, I fell. The weight of my own body was to heavy for me to hold up. Nick and a girl I don't know each grabbed an arm as Zafara held my head. "How much longer in this hell hole." Zafara chuckled at my snarky words before taking the shirt nick had taken off and laying over my legs."She's ice cold." Zafara's worry spiked again and nick spoke as he moved, "It's because of all of this, it broke down her immune." He laid down against a slanted tree an lugged me over with him. Zafara placed my head on his chest. she had a look of doubt, but when i shivered from being so weak her face softened. Male wolves were normally hot to the touch which is why I was laying with him. My face was against his chest as I laid my hand on his stomach. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, Goosebumps rose on my arm as I shivered once again. "I'm not some pansy. This is completely ridiculous." I fought against the urge to shut my eyes. I looked around and tried to collect myself from the events that had taken place moments ago.

I had lost control, and I couldn't be more pissed at myself for it. I didn't want a mate. Not for some dumb reason like, 'It makes you weak.'

Simply put I didn't want a mate. I had fallen before and trust me, it hurt like a bitch. I wouldn't allow myself to go that low again. I couldn't. I knew if I found my mate, I wouldn't be able to kill Vladimir. In a male wolfs mind he had to keep from danger at all costs. And they screamed danger.

"Just imagine hitting Mekeel for convincing you to come here." Nicks voice was low, lulling me even more, then it hit me. "We need to go back to wear I shifted!" My voice was serious and I no longer felt tired. He looked at me and wrinkled his eyebrows before nodding and standing to his feet. I sat up, dizziness hitting me smack in the face. Groaning I let out a string of curses. Grabbing his leg I tried pulling myself up. He had to grab my hand to get me to my own feet. Holding onto his bicep, I walked. It was shaky but it was walking. Far held my arm and moved us along faster. The sun was beating down and I knew tomorrow my perfectly tanned skin would be darker then average. Giggling was heard from a girl behind us and my head turned slightly to peak at her. I seen that she was the girl that had helped me earlier. "Which male is her mate?" I could practically hear there hormones screaming at each other, plus you could smell that her Heat was starting. "Her name is Alekzandria. She's from some where." I rose an eyebrow Far. "Really. Somewhere?" My voice had a tease to it which ticked her a bit. "She's from Romania or something like that." Nick picked up for her and she hit him. I kind of fell but I was strong enough to stand mostly on my own. "Your so rude. Trying to seem like the better sibling." I could tell she was annoyed. Grabbing her hand I took a step with her and let go of his arm I had been holding. It was leap that she wouldn't let me fall. I mean after all she was a bitch when annoyed. She looked at me and her eyes held a secret. Suddenly I realized she did that on purpose. She knew I'd try and comfort her and be alone with her. "What?" My voice was questioning and I was curious at what she knew. "Shh." Her eyes swung to Alekzandria and back to me. Eyebrows furrowing I walked with her until we were away from the group. "She's a hunter." I instantly felt myself want to rip her head off. "What?" MY voice was serious and I felt myself grow in strength. I was drawing from my wolf. I stood up tall and looked her straight in the eye. "Talk."

"Her mark on her neck. It's been covered mostly, but for a split second I saw it. The mark of a sword and heart. A wolf heart." Her voice was solid and set on it. "Are your sure?" I had to be certain before walking up to her getting her face as Alpha. "Any wolf would know it. Especially me." I knew that tone. The one that she used when speaking of Theo. My feet took off in a fast walk. I walked towards her and seen her look to me. A friendly look crossed her face and she almost spoke but I grabbed the chance to first.

"Since when do Hunters play nice with our kind, Alekzandria." My voice was smooth and it cracked. I wasn't sure how long My wolf would allow me to draw from her but I knew she wouldn't just give out on me. "What?" Here mate spoke softly, staring from me to her. I grabbed her neck moved her hair. Just a Far said, A blade cutting through a wolves heart. The mark was sleek and elegantly done on her skin. The wolves behind me growled as she shoved me off of her. "It wasn't a choice." Her voice was sincere. But never trust Hunter around a wolf. "Just as you didn't choose being a Werewolf. I was branded as a child, never allowed to have a mind of my own. I was property of the Hunters of Romania since I was birthed from a whore." She was angry you could see the fury in her eyes and you could see she was lethal. I could relate. Being branded was never a choice. Being property wasn't a gift. And I never had my own mind. It was his. So I turned from her and walked away. I wobbled a bit held to trees as I sniffed out the bloody corpses were I had shifted. I was unsteady as I walked to the clearing. We hadn't been far, from where they laid. Maybe a 30 minute walk. But for me it was about a 45 minute walk. My hand shot out to the bush.

That was mistake one. I fell into it. Literally. Second mistake. There was a bloody body part I fell on. I huffed loudly, Feeling my buttons pop slowly. I swear I could hear them popping off. one by one they fell, pushing me farther and farther to insanity.

I heard a huff as I was blindly pulled out of the bush. Blood covered my face and arm. The white sure I was wearing was stained in blood. I looked around at the grueling scene and looked for where I had shifted. Seeing as it was four plus days later, there were flies and maggots on the bodies. I stepped around it as much I could. From the severity of the corpses I could tell wild animals had gotten to them. I suddenly seen the moon shine over a shining metal object and realized it was covered in shreds of my pants. That was it. Power walking to it, I'm pretty sure I stepped on about 4 rocks and cut my feet, I picked it up.

"Mekeel's flask?! Seriously?" The excitement in Far's voice was louder then her actual voice. I spun the top and watched as it hit the side of the golden flask. Pressing the cold metal to my chapped lips, the alcohol hit my mouth and burned a smooth path to my tummy. It was ripped from my hands as Far chugged half of it down before putting it in my hand. I stared at the flask. It was smooth, soft. No digs or grooves. It was shiny and perfectly square. I felt my mind flash back to a distant memory.

"Why do you always carry that flask?"

"Because." His answer was meek. My hand touched the flask. It was exquisite. The design and shape in its self was intricate. The bright red rubies danced in the sun light. "It's so different, Vlad." My voice rolled of intrigued as he rose it to his lips. "Just like you, Malen'kiy volk."

(little wolf in Russian)

I smiled, at the time loving the pet name he had for me.

"Jameela, Snap back into you're head." I felt a hand hit the back of my neck and I almost lost it. Another button flew off. "Keep your hands to your bloody self Nick!"

I could feel myself loosing control of myself. Of the beast inside. The intense anger I felt was simmering and I knew with each button I would boil over the edge. "I need to be alone." I stood up on my own finding strength in my adrenaline rush. I walked through the forest, straying from the pack and the path. I could feel Zafara's worry being pushed on to me. And I ignored