The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Sheila's point of view

Arrgghh!

I groaned internally in pain. I felt sore all over and there was a murderous ache in my head that kept pounding mercilessly, and tirelessly in my skull.

My whole body felt like it was in flames, I could feel the enormous surge of magic that flowed within me. It was very familiar.

"Sweetheart," I heard a familiar, yet foreign voice call out to me. "Wake up," a warm hand touched my body, "It's time to wake up," the voice sounded again, more urgently.

Reluctantly, I tried to pull my eyes open but I failed as soon as another ache banged against my skull. It was getting worse and more painful. I could feel the unsettledness within me.

"Sweetheart, wake up." The voice sounded again, encouraging me to break free once more.

I groaned again and using all my strength, I pulled my eyes open. Everywhere was bright. So bright that I squinted my eyes, but still I couldn't see anything. All I could make out were distinct voices, near echoes, and some familiar whispers.

They kept sounding louder, causing my head to bang harder. I had to pull my hands to both sides of my head in an attempt to stop my head from exploding.

I kept on writhing in pain and screaming. But no matter how much noise I made, it was as if they all remained within the walls of my mind.

The ache in my head kept pounding fiercer, getting stronger as if demanding my attention. The more I clutched harder to my head, the short images flashed through my head. It had the faces of people I didn't know or couldn't remember. I was not sure.

Suddenly, the air around me became too hot for me. I needed some air, I jerked up from whatever bed I was in and began to search my way to freedom.

Finally, I found the door, and I raced through it. Staggering my way through the hallways until I stood in darkness, under the bright moon. But it didn't get better, the air around burned me furiously, as the moon rays steadied themselves on me.

I felt tremendous pain all over, as I began to run into the woods, fighting against the pain, against the ache, hoping to outrun it all. But it only grew worse.

"What the hell is happening to me?" I growled out, frustratingly.

"We are both in pain," I heard Adie's drained voice clearly in my head.

"Make it stop!" I yelled as I collapsed on the earth in the middle of nowhere. "Please make it all stop."

"I can't. It's our awakening. You have to stop fighting against it and accept it all," Adie spoke in a low tone in so much pain as well.

Accept it? What the hell did she mean by that?

Before I could ask, another painful howl left my lips.

Don't fight it. Accept it.

The words began to echo within me, making me scream more. So, I did as it said, I stopped fighting against it. I let the pain take control over my body, and with one loud scream, my body crashed against the earth.

My whole vision became blurry, and I could barely recognize my surroundings.

"Come on sweetheart," I heard a loud voice say, "You can do it. Remember, all you need is control. You must learn how to control your magic, otherwise, it'll control you," the voice said.

I pulled my eyes open and I couldn't recognize where I was. But I could see myself, my younger self. It looked like I was around eight or nine.

"Remember, you are only as powerful as you want to believe," the voice sounded. I pulled my gaze to a corner and my eyes fell on her. My mother. The woman that had managed to haunt my every awakening. The woman I had always dreamt of but just couldn't remember.

I watched my younger self crouch to the earth and placed a hand on it.

"Feel its magic, and channel it. Make it yours," my mother was behind me, guiding me.

I closed my eyes and began to rub my hand against the earth. My lips moved, and suddenly, they pulled open, glowing blue. Then flowers of different types began to pop up from the earth, looking beautiful.

"That's my girl," My mother said, hugging my young self. Something wasn't right. Neither could I remember this day, nor could I understand what was going on.

I didn't need any shaman to tell me what my younger self did was magic. But that's not possible. It couldn't be possible. I wasn't a witch. I had never done magic in my life.

"I can't wait to show my brothers," My young self chirped in delight, widening my confusion the more.

Brothers?

Even though I had always wished I had siblings, I didn't have brothers. Abruptly, I paused. Or did I?

I didn't know. I couldn't even remember this day, only the heavens knew what more I couldn't remember.

"It's almost dusk, we should head back home," my mother said so warmly, that it made me doubt if she was referring to the silver mist pack. That place felt nothing like home.

I watched them leave the meadow that had now been covered with beautiful flowers.

I trailed behind them, leaving the woods. My lips widened at the beautiful sight before me. I was at a place I never knew. It was beautiful. It was a castle, but one that was made out of crystals. White crystals.

Where on earth was this place?

I looked around when my eyes fell on the bold words that were written on the crystals. The Crystal Fortress.

This was the crystal fortress for the crystal witches. I never knew I had ever been here.

I watched my younger self run to the horses, while my mother met up with a witch at the entrance of the Crystal Fortress.

I knew her. I had also seen her in my dream. The raven-haired woman. She was wearing a red cloak. Mother and she were talking in a low tone, sending worried glances at my younger self.

I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could feel something was wrong. Soon, my mother returned back to my younger self. They climbed their horses and began to ride away.

I started to race behind the dusty trail of their horses. I had to know everything. I desperately wanted to remember the past, to know who I was.

But I couldn't catch up with their speeding horses. I crashed on the ground, crying when my surroundings began to change. And soon I found myself in another unfamiliar place. It was a pack. But it didn't look like the silver mist pack.

I was at a training field, and from afar, I saw two men training, they were fighting against each other. I walked closer, realizing one was a young child. A male, no less than fourteen, was training with a man whose back was sent to me.

The young boy managed to land a punch at the man when I heard the sound of short laughter. I scanned the field and realized I wasn't the only audience for this training.

There was another boy, he looked younger than the other boy. He kept on releasing short laughter as he watched the fight in amusement.

Who are all these people?

"Come on Leo, pretend as if you were fighting for your life," the young boy watching them shouted.

Leo? That name sounded familiar.

Before I could think, I heard a loud call.

"Father," I spun around and saw my younger self, racing to the field with my mother behind. They had just returned from the Crystal Fortress.

She was racing to the man that was training the young boy. Was that my father? Was that Lucius Callaso?

I watched as she reached him, and the man turned around embracing her tightly.

No. No. That can't be. None of this made any sense. That wasn't my father. That wasn't Lucius Callaso.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

This was a bad dream, and I had to wake up. I tried to pull myself out, but then I found myself crippling on the ground, groaning in so much pain. The ache banging in my head returned and the killer pains in my bones came back to life.

"Don't fight it, Sheila. It is our awakening, we must remember," I heard Adie's voice. It was so faint and distant.

"Remember what?" I yelled back at her, but what greeted me was an unmistakable silence in my soul.

What did she want me to remember? My past?

Even I wanted to remember everything. But none of this made sense. I wasn't a witch, and my father was definitely not that man. I yelled to myself when abruptly, a ring of blue fire surrounded me in a rush.

The flames around me burned brightly, and intensely with purpose. Its flames began to circle closer around me, it moved to me, almost as if its intention was to consume me.

I had started to feel its burning effect, when all of a sudden, I felt something shatter within me and within the chaos, I heard the name of a familiar pack.

The Black Blood Pack.