A Moment In Time
Silence. Whitney stood perched on top of her tree stand and waited...waited for the sounds of her prey. SNAP! There it was! The sound of twigs breaking from the weight of the animal she had been tracking for days. Today was the day she would finally get it. She would get it for her father...and only him.
"Where are you," she murmured to herself. She rested her gun on the stand and relaxed her muscles. Whitney had been in that same, crouching position for over three hours. She was not going to move her eyes away from the direction of the broken twigs. The animal had to be somewhere...but where?
Finally, it emerged. A huge, albino buck began stalking through the branches, looking for grass to munch on. A grin spread across Whitney's face as she lifted her rifle back on her shoulder. Just as she was about to shoot, something caught her attention. Diagonal from the deer, was a wolf. Normally, a wolf wouldn't bother her. In fact, she would've just carried on with her business, but something about this wolf made goosebumps appear on her arms.
The wolf was a light shade of gray with a white belly. She noticed that it was of greater size compared to normal wolves...and it looked like it was staring right at her.
Whitney shook her head in disbelief. She whispered, "No way." What the wolf did, next, surprised Whitney even more. It copied her movement and began moving its head left and right...shaking its head.
She jumped up from her perch and accidently scared the deer away, but that didn't matter now. This wolf had all her attention and she began to climb down the tree.
When she reached the solid ground, the wolf was still standing there, like a stone. Whitney was right about the size of it. If she made the wrong move, that animal could kill her with one strike of its paw. "What kind of animal are you," she wondered aloud.
The wolf turned out to be a male. A low growl sounded from deep in his throat and Whitney thought to herself, Oh shit. But, the wolf didn't bare its teeth. Instead, it stood up on its hind legs and began...transforming.
His transformation started at his head. The ears that stood straight up, disappeared and was replaced by short, jet-black hair, spiked in the front. His face was just like hers, only he had sharp structual details and tiny black spots on running the length of his jawline. The fur on his torso turned into skin, showing in detail, the firm and lean muscles beneath. Soon, more of the black spots began etching his outline and finally, his 'transformation' was complete.
The...creature tilted his head as if she was a strange creature to him and then he spoke. "Are you not afraid of what I am?" Whitney blinked a couple times and opened her mouth in shock. He spoke english. This wolf or whatever the hell he was spoke english!
He continued, "It seems you are in shock. Do you need to sit down?" This 'man' stood atleast 6 feet 6 inches and was unimaginably handsome. He gestured towards a fallen tree and beckoned for Whitney to sit down.
Knowing she needed to, she followed his direction and sat down on the log. He stood in front of her and smirked. "It's amazing. Usually, when I show my true form to a human, they run screaming and I am forced to kill them."
Whitney widened her eyes at the mention of killing. The man continued, "But you. You are not at all scared of me, are you? you seem...well...curious about me. Perhaps that is not a good thing."
She lifted her head up to look into the creature's eyes. The realization of what he meant came to her. He was going to kill her, too.
Whitney glanced around the man towering over and saw a clear path in the woods. She would have to move fast to escape, but she had faith she could do it. With one more glance into his bright, ice blue eyes, Whitney knew that town was not so far away from where she was at, and if she ran fast enough, she could get help. As soon as the oppurtunity came, Whitney stood and bolted.
She ran. Her heart pounding, her legs aching. He had changed; transformed. He still looked human, but not...just different. She tripped, face planting in to the cement. She saw his shoes as he knelt next to her. He took her into his arms and stroked her cheek. "I showed you my true form, now you're mine."
Back in the woods, the creature had brought Whitney to a cave. Inside, was a lit fire and a bed made out of a giant slab of rock. Whitney was now laying on that rock with the creature sitting beside her, dabbing at her bleeding face with a wet cloth. "You should not have ran," he said. "Now that you know what I look like, you can't go back to your home."
She winced as the cool cloth touched her face, once more. "I won't tell anyone," she whispered. "I promise. Please let me...let me go home. You can't keep me here like...like..."
"An animal," the man interrupted. "And why ever not? I'm an animal and I survive perfectly fine out here."
Whitney knew she sounded like a small child, begging for her life, but she couldn't help it! This man, or whatever he was, was going to keep her captive.
"You hunt, don't you?" The question seemed kinda stupid to Whitney, but she simply nodded her head in response. He continued, "You shouldn't kill the innocent, animals that don't know how to fight back, Whitney."
This time, Whitney spoke up. "Well, its not like I am going to fight the ones that can kill me!"
"Why not," he asked in a stern voice. "When you fight those small, defenseless animals, you know what that makes you?" Before Whitney could answer, he yelled, "A coward! You should want to fight the killer animals. They would give you a fight, make you a warrior, even give you a rush!"
Whitney sat up from the rock and smacked the cloth away from her head. "Who are you, anyway!?" The man sat the cloth down on the rock and looked at Whitney.
"Guess I forgot to mention that. I'm Colt." He extended his hand, but Whitney made no attempt to return the gesture. After another minute, he let his hand fall back down to his side. "Well, Colt, I really wish you would take me home. You have nothing to worry about with me. Your secret is safe with me."
Colt ran his hand down his face and shook his head. "Humans are so ignorant sometimes. That's not the reason why I'm keeping you, Whitney."
She was growing frustrated and she stood up. Yelling, she said, "Then why in God's name are you holding me captive?!" Colt began pacing the cave's foundation and finally stopped.
"Do you not remember what I said to you, when you ran away? You know, the part about 'You're mine...blah blah.'"
Whitney nodded her and waited for Colt to finish. He sighed and murmured, "What I meant was...you will also transform into what I am. It's contagious and you have caught it.
Colt noticed it before Whitney did. The white spots that started at her forehead and began spreading down the left side of her body. Whitney saw him staring at her and finally looked in the same direction: her left arm. It was covered in the same spots as Colt, but she had way more and they were white.
With tears forming, Whitney screamed, "What have you done to me?!"
Colt walked up beside Whitney and gently put his hand on her shoulder. "It's nothing bad, Whitney, I promise. But...you will turn into a wolf and you will have these spots on your human form and...you will have to stay with me."
The tears that had not left her eyes yet, soon began running down her cheeks. "Why didn't you tell me or warn me?!"
"I shook my head no," he pointed out.
Whitney thought back to that moment. What the wolf did next, surprised Whitney even more. It copied her movement and began moving its head left and right...shaking its head no.
She rolled her eyes at her own stupidity and mumbled, "I thought you were saying no to me shooting the deer."
Colt tried to hide the smile on his face, but Whitney caught him and glared. "There is nothing to smile about! I am not wanting to turn into...into this creature!" He crossed his arms and replied, "I'm offended by that remark."
Whitney rolled her eyes again and tried to calm her panicked heart down. "Colt, what can I do? Is there anything to stop the spread?"
He closed his eyes and cleared his throat. "We could've stopped it if we knew it was coming...earlier. But, now...it's unstoppable."
She sat back down on the rock and buried her face in her hands. Colt noticed the spots had finished spreading to the right side and now Whitney's outline was like Colt's. "That's remarkable," he whispered to himself.
Whitney raised up and wiped her tears. "What is?" Colt stepped closer to her and held out his arm. "You're the first one of our kind to have white spots...usually everyone has black spots."
With Colt's arm still extended, Whitney held hers up to his and compared them. She didn't notice how bright the white was, until just now.
"What exactly are you...I mean we...called?" She rested her hand in her lap and looked up into Colt's eyes.
He started to explain. "We are a hybrid of the werewolves. I guess you could say we're a half-breed of wolves and cheetahs. That's why I caught up to you so fast."
"That also explains the spots, right?" She examined both her arms, then her legs, and finally she lifted her shirt and examined her sides. Whitney noticed Colt staring at her stomach and self-consiously pulled her shirt back down.
"Right," Colt finally replied. He looked up into her eyes and Whitney noticed his eyes widened. She groaned and said with frustration, "Ugh...what now?"
Colt waved his hands in disagreement. "No. It's nothing bad..it's just your eyes have changed, also." Whitney scrunched her eyebrows and wished there was a mirror in the cave. She wanted to see badly what her plain, old brown eyes had changed to.
"What color are they," she decided to ask Colt.
He leaned in closer and answered, "Gold. You're eyes are now yellowish-gold...and bright." Just the way Colt described them, Whitney knew her eyes were beautiful.
"Well at least there's one perk to this transformation," she grumbled. Colt sat down next to her and gripped her hand firmly in his.
He said, "Whitney, I need to train you. This transformation gives you the strength of wolves, the speed of cheetahs, and you also have enhancements with your sight. But, these gifts won't come to you unless you can control them. I can teach you how to successfully obtain them."
Training, Whitney thought to herself. She remembered her dad teaching how to run silently and carry a gun at the same time, and it made her miss him.
Colt was still talking when she came back from her flashback. "We should probably start out with speed, it should be the easiest. Do you want to start tomorrow?"
Hesitantly, Whitney nodded. She wished she could turn back time and stay away from Colt, but now...now it was too late. She was a creature, a hybrid. She couldn't even call herself a human anymore.
She was a monster.
The next morning, Colt had woken Whitney up at four in the morning. She had been running, sprinting, jogging, and hurtling over trees all day and she was ready for a break. As she was completing her fourteenth lap around the woods, she stopped at a large rock on the side of the trail and leaned against it.
She noticed she was panting...like a dog. Annoyed at herself, she tried to calm her heartbeat and pulled the bottle of water out of her sack she had brought. Out of nowhere, Colt came sliding down the hill and stopped beside the rock.
"Why did you stop running? Did I tell you to take a break?"
Whitney rolled her eyes. "You said you wanted to train me," she answered, "not kill me." At this, Colt laughed out loud and slapped her on the back.
"Come on, rookie. Let's get back on the trail, you still have a hundred and six more laps." Before she could object, Colt took off in a super-fast sprint and left her in the dust. Knowing she had to listen to him, she wiped her brow and took off after him.
She stopped short, however, because after five miles, she had caught up to Colt and he was talking to another man...one just like him. Their conversation was in hushed tones, even before Whitney had walked upon them. She caught Colt mention her name and leaned in closer.
Evidently, Colt could sense her presence because, quickly, he flicked his wrist and had Whitney in a head lock. He smirked and said, "Look, Athos, here she is now. My new little rookie!"
Whitney looked up and took in Athos' beauty. He was tall, like Colt, and had brown, shaggy hair down to his jaw. His eyes were the color of emeralds and they burned holes into Whitney. His smile was unique. In fact, his teeth were quite different from Colt's and hers, and of course, he had the same spots of Colt. A deep, dark black.
They were jagged points at the ends. "Well, well, well. Ain't she a pretty thing? What's your name, darling?" He had a southern accent, and Whitney liked hearing him speak.
"I'm Whitney. Whitney Fields." Athos held out his hand and, this time, Whitney took it and shook it. Still in the head lock, Whitney felt Colt's whole body tense up and she wondered if he was jealous of Athos. The thought stayed in her mind only a short amount of time, because Colt had released her.
She stood up straight and smiled at Athos, who was still staring into her eyes. His smile faded, however, when he noticed the spots on the side of her face. He glanced over at Colt for an answer, but Colt was silent.
"Darlin', if you don't mind me askin', why are your spots...white?" He stepped closer and even grazed the side of face with his hand, sending chills down Whitney's spine.
Whitney answered, "Um...I'm not too sure. Colt doesn't even have an explanation." Athos looked over at Colt again and then his smile returned and he simply said, "Well then."
While Whitney went to get more water, Athos pulled Colt to the side and murmured, "Why have you not told that poor child what she truly is? She has the right to know."
Colt crossed his arms and leaned against the trunk of a nearby tree. "It's too soon to determine whether or not she is one of them. It might just be a problem with the pigmentation." Athos rolled his eyes and responded, "You know that is a very slim chance of being true."
"We can only hope that it is true, Athos," Colt answered back. "If she is one of the Traitors, then that means I didn't change her and there's the possibility someone else saw her in the woods...an even more powerful being."
Athos and Colt sensed Whitney coming back and immediately hushed their conversation. "So, what have you two been talking about while I was gone," she said with a grin.
Both glancing at the other, Athos answered, "We were talking about how gorgeous you look in those jeans." He gave Whitney a flirty smile and knew she would fall for his white-lie.
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she turned to look at Colt. "Am I done running or what?" Colt didn't really appreciate her tone and frowned.
"No. No you are not. In fact, get back to it, now! Go! GO!" Hearing the anger in his voice, she quickly picked up her pace and began jogging without another look behind her. Athos looked at Colt with a disappointed expression.
He sympathetically said, "You didn't have to bark at her like that." Colt shrugged his shoulders.
"Can't help it. Barking's in my blood."
Later that night, Whitney laid restlessly on the rock, trying to sleep. Her legs were pounding with pain and she wanted to scream at Colt for making her run a hundred and twenty laps. Through all the torment and pain, however, she had completed it. She had even seen the pride on Colt's face when she finished.
With her eyes closed, Whitney didn't hear Colt coming into the cave. He was in his wolf form and came closer to the rock. He came so close to her that he could smell her scent and see the spots glowing in the moonlight. He closed his eyes and tried to forget what Athos had said.
What if she is a Traitor? There is no possible way I could kill her, He thought to himself. From the moment he saw Whitney in that tree, he had a love for her.
All of a sudden, Whitney's eyes snapped open and she gasped at the wolf in front of her. "Jesus, Colt! You scared the hell out of me!" She raised up and watched Colt, once again, transform.
"You're learning the ways of the sight," he said after he was back to his human form. She scooted over and allowed Colt to sit next to her on the rock. "Do you really think so," she asked curiously.
Colt nodded. "You knew I was there. You may have been a little late about it, but you sensed me and opened your eyes." Whitney smiled and Colt could tell she was proud of herself.
"I'm proud of you," he automatically said.
Obviously, Whitney was shocked at his reaction but she gladly took it and replied, "Thank you. It's all because of your training, though, so you should be proud of yourself!"
He chuckled and scooted closer to her. "Whitney...do you regret meeting me? You know, like this?" Whitney felt the heat radiating off Colt's body and scooted closer to him, to block the chilly night air.
She answered, "If you would've asked me that, before, I would've said a definant yes, but now...I am glad you are here to take care of me. If you weren't here...I would be dead."
Colt used his finger to turn his head towards him. They leaned in to each other and was about to kiss, when Athos knocked on the wall and said, "Knock! Knock! Coming in."
Whitney quickly scooted away from Colt and smiled up at Athos. "What are you doing here so late?" Athos sat on the other side of Whitney and took her hand in his.
"I couldn't stay away from you, love...not to mention, I'm kinda a vagabond and need a place to crash. You cool with that, Colt?" Athos looked in Colt's direction and waited for an answer.
Colt mumbled, "Yeah. Yeah, sure. You know what? I need some air...I'm going to leave for a couple days. Will you watch after Whitney while I'm gone."
Whitney widened her eyes and whispered, "You're leaving me? But...what about my training?"
He smiled. "Whitney, you're ready to face the trials. I can feel it. You don't need me anymore." Colt turned to walk out, but Whitney stood up.
Athos held her arm and murmured, "Don't worry, darlin'. I can help you finish your training. It'll be fun!" But, Athos' words didn't even register to Whitney.
"No!" She screamed, "I do need you! I need you more than anybody in my life! You can't leave me! You can't!" Colt was touched by Whitney's words and turned around to face her.
He softly asked, "Do you mean that?"
The corner of Whitney's mouth turned upward. "With every part of me. Please stay."
Athos didn't like where this was going and stalked out of the cave, without another word. Colt didn't try to stop him and continued looking at Whitney. "I guess I need to stay, then."
Whitney met Colt at the middle of the cave and forced his mouth on hers. At first, he was surprised, but he soon kissed her back and held her in his arms.
He soon realized he didn't care if she was a Traitor or not, he would love her either way and he would die for her. He wanted to have Whitney all to himself and he would kill anyone that stood in his path. She was all his and he was all hers. Forever and ever.