Under the cut for length and NSFW

He felt like a child, crying about a bruised knee, holding it close to his chest and waiting for the mother that never came to help him back to his feet. This was no knee however, and the bite upon his side could hardly be considered a bruise. The pain in his side was like nothing he ever experienced before. He could still feel the sharp teeth against his skin, as if the beast never released him in the first place. There were an echo of words around him, strange noises in comparison to that of what he was accustomed to hearing. Somewhere in the midst of the pain, he picked up a conversation between two people, Maya and another. Maya and his attacker. Maya and his parents killer.

"I did this for you," the man stated, gesturing towards Ezra. "Everything I did, I did for you," he continued. "And running away or attacking me is not the way to repay me," he added, lifting a clawed finger up, and raising his voice as Ezra began to cry. No doubt his blood cells were changing, and the pain was increasing. Once it was over, he would thank him They all should have thanked him. "I knew who I wanted in my pack. I want you and I wanted him, and I knew the two of you would get along, and I see that I was right. And once his transition is done, we move," the alpha commanded.

Ezra screamed to the top of his lungs, his eyes blaring yellow as he laid down on his back. He wasn't sure what happened next, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt it. He felt the shift from his human skin to that of an animals. He felt the earth beneath his paws, the wind in his hair as they jumped into the air, and the vibrations in his vocal cords as they howled at the rising moon. When it was over, he opened his eyes, but they were no longer yellow, but his normal shade of blue, and it wasn't his apartment he woke up in, and it wasn't by his own will.

He looked up at Maya, spying the locks of brown hair, an image flashing in his mind of the night prior, remembering a female wolf that reminded him of her. Or was that actually her? Had his dreams been real? Whatever the truth was, Maya seemed to be trying to tell him something, the message conveyed with ease the instant he spotted another sleeping man in the room. Blinking back, thoughts of the man returned, his identity being the first. "I can't just leave him," he told her, whispering as he gripped onto her arm. "He killed my mother. I want my justice," he hissed.

"And you'll have it as soon as we get out of here and call the police," she promised, desperate to get him out, yet knowing that her words were a lie. If they called the police, he would just tear through them and thank them later for the breakfast. This wolf was meant to be feared and Maya wanted nothing more to do with him.

"No. Not the police. He has to die," Ezra answered, his eyes flaring yellow as the anger burned inside his chest. As if on cue, the killer woke, the wolf waking him. Rising from his spot, he smiled in the most devious way a man could--no not a man, a beast.

"And where do you think you two are going?" he questioned, eyeing the pair.

They were on the boat and everything was safe for the moment, just as he thought it would never be. Out in the sea, nothing could get to them--not people nor the undead. They searched the boat four times over since originally parting, ensuring that no one was on the boat except for them. Admittedly it was too large of a ship for two people, but when counting in that they might be the last remaining of human civilization upon the cursed island they just left, it felt like enough.

It was strange letting his guard down again after having experienced even half the things that they did on the last island. He knew the next one would be worst. That was where the epidemic supposedly originated. It reminded him almost of a video game he used to play as a child. They were moving onto the next level, and he only had one life to spare. He shut his eyes at the thought, his head rested on Gwen's lap, feeling her hands combing through her hair. "We made it," he told her quietly, looking up at her, an optimistic smile on his lips in spite of her. There were too many times where she gave him this look, the kind that told him that she thought they were wrong, and that they'd never make it off the island.

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