The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 39 Thirty Nine

Sheila's point of view

My eyes narrowed around them carefully, as they regarded me with murderous intent. I held onto my dagger tightly, taking a few steps backwards. On my sudden movement, they lunged at me. I ducked around the pillar, moving through the tombstones, hoping to get to the entrance, but I was blocked by a wolf. Its sharp claws were aimed at me.

I pulled away from its path, turning backward when I was ambushed by another wolf. Its sharp claws slashed through my arm. The white orb in my hand fell to the ground, shattering at its sound against the ground. My hold on the phoenix stone in my other hand tightened. I could feel my blood rush freely from my arm.

I mumbled curses under my breath. I wished I could shift into my wolf. It would have been much better. I felt the pain eat away at my bones as I tried to flee, but there was nowhere to go, nor an exit to run to. These fucking rogues had me surrounded. I was at the center of the cemetery, with the rogues circling me.

Oh, my goddess, I was done for. This was suicide. I was not only outnumbered, I was outmatched. There was no way I could possibly be, even in my wildest fantasy, victorious against them.

They lunged at me, and I held on to my dagger like I was clinging on to my life. I threw it at the first wolf I came in contact with, aiming for its heart. I tried moving fast, aiming for the wolf nearest to me. I turned around, but before I could send my dagger into one of the wolves, I felt a sharp pain in my back.

I yelped in pain at the tearing of my skin. I managed to dagger the beast beside me. When another plunged its claws into my side, the painful impact caused me to collapse on my knees. With the little strength I still had in my grip, I sent my dagger into the wolf closest to me. From nowhere, sharp claws tore through my stomach. I screamed at the pain. Another claw came at me. I could feel its sharpness in my chest. Ruthless pain pierced through my bones.

Then, as quickly as I was gripped, I could feel my legs wiggle in the air as I was tossed harshly against the wall. The stone was snatched away from me. My whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, but never once did I let go of the phoenix stone.

At full speed, the wolves cornered me. Piercing claws wrapped around my neck, tightening. I felt the warm crimson fluid that rushed down my neck as one of the wolves suffocated me. The trembling within my bones intensified. The pain around my body began to vanish. I felt nothing as my body trembled all the more. Something was wrong with me. I could feel it from the depth of my soul. I felt different. It was like there was a new gush of energy beating from the cave of my heart, breaking free, spreading from my chest to every part of my body.

My stomach became hot. It burned with an intense flame. It was uncomfortable, as it burned with purpose. It's the only pain I felt at the moment. It tortured me like it was furious, and craved freedom. a kind of freedom that has been denied all along.

I felt this kind of pain when Killian went on a rampage, and he almost killed me.

The pain from my stomach, again, traveled its way to my chest, leaving a burning sensation that killed my insides but at the same time breathed a new kind of life within me. A new kind of energy.

Its intense flames moved from my chest to my throat, and that's when I felt it. The choking urge to scream.

My blue eyes jerked open, and my irises burned like they were in flames. Whatever was wrong with me caused the wolves to swerve their attention towards me. Their gaze broke in fear just staring at me.

The stone that was held in one of the rogue hands began to glow a blinding shade of blue. There was a distant yet familiar aura of magic that circled around the cemetery. Without prior warning, the burning sensation in my throat pushed out of my lips, making me scream loudly, and I succumbed to darkness.

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