Chapter3

#Chapter3

How The Raven Came To Be Known-02

All those people who stopped struggling had their entire focus solely on me now. Their faces clear with confusion but also with fear? The wolf who was pinning me was now a few feet apart, baring its fangs at me. I had managed to push him off me. Unlike them I was standing on my two feet. To me it seemed as if I was taller than them and I stood looking down at those huge beasts. Then I looked down, I saw my legs covered in white furs. My feet elongated, strong, bones outlining the thin skin and my nails sharp as a claw.

I had no time to be surprised at the turn of events as I looked around me, then all I saw was red. I could see far clearer than my human eyes did. I felt a surge of energy inside of me. And I felt a bloodthirsty Agnes begging to be free. When my eyes landed back to a pained Aya, I set her free.

My feet/paws shuddered as it hit the ground. I was fast. Unbelievably fast. It held a destructive force. In no time, I was face to face with the man holding Aya. I let out a furious snarl before I lunged for its neck, giving him no time to react. I tasted the warm salty blood as my sharp elongated canines punctured through his neck. I bit him hard and yanked his head off his shoulder, disconnecting it from the rest of his body.

I threw his head off before the people as loud gasps escaped everyone’s lips. In shock. In horror. Then I faced the rest of the man as someone of them started to shift. I let out a thunderous growl before I lunged for all of them. I wiped their existence off the planet as I ripped and tore each and everyone’s limbs and head. I stomped my paws on the last wolf as it lay beneath me. I growled at it before I ripped half the piece of his neck that held his head to his body. A few seconds later he laid still as life left his body. I let out a howl of victory, of the end of my bloodlust phase, that I was sane again. At least for now.

I breathed heavily and shook my head couple of times. I turned to where Aya stood and made my way towards her. When I stood before her, she gave a soft smile and held her hand out. She gently brushed my arms as I stood a lot taller than her now. The people stood still. Their face held terror on them as they watched me. Their hands joined together, relying on each other to wake them from their nightmare that had me in it.

/"You saved me. You saved us all./" Aya said loud enough for everyone to hear. A sweet smile plastered on her now bruised and bloodied face.

/"You clearly are different than the rest of us. I don’t think it was a coincidence that we met. I believe you were meant to be our saviour./" Then she looked into my eyes as she held my hand, /"I am not scared of you. I don’t fear you. I know you mean no harm to us now./" Aya says to help ease people’s fear and doubt on a beast like me. No one agreed but no one interrupted or disagreed either.

/"The Alpha in me feels ashamed that I could not even protect my own pack. And I hate myself for that. But I am so grateful to you. Thank you./" She whispers. Her teeth elongate and she bites the flesh on her hand. Blood trickles around her hand as she holds it forward.

/"I, Aya Boyce, the last of the Alpha blood of the Deep Red pack, with my blood, I pledge my loyalty to you. Although you are strong, I shall be your shield and your sword. Even death will have to go through me before they even reach you.

/"I know I am nothing now, but I will train hard. I will be the strongest one out there. From this day forth, there will no longer be Deep Red pack. I will no longer carry the name Boyce.

Aya. I will just be called Aya, for my life is forever in your debt./"

I understood the feelings rather than the meaning of the words spoken. Having someone as proud as Agnes, I stood with my head high as they all knelt before me. For their Alpha had declared her loyalty to a beast now. I barely understood anything, but I clearly understood her feelings. Too scared to follow their Alpha with a beast, her pack decided to disperse as their Alpha had dismissed the pack itself.

And I doubt they were keen on following a child Alpha and a beast of a killing maniac. But before they left, they all vowed to never speak of a word that took place. And I know they would never utter a word, maybe it’s their sign of showing gratification for saving their life or maybe its fear they felt from my presence and the look on my face. Maybe it’s both. That day I left with Aya back to the woods. The deepest, darkest woods.

Born with no name, Aya blessed me with one. As we often heard the ravens croak in the part of the woods that we choose to reside, Aya decided that with hair as black as raven and eyes as green as the deepest forest, she would call me Amara Raven. And that’s how the Raven came to be known. Or unknown still.

A girl born with no name. A girl left to die. I found a reason to live other than to survive. I got a name. An identity other than just another animal roaming the woods. I got a friend. A sister. A family to protect. I found my home with Aya. And the story of Amara Raven began.