I Didn't Know I'm a Rogue

Fighting Back

Anton frowned. "Do you know what the name of the suppressor?" he asked.

"I think it started with an A," I replied. Was there an antidote or something? Anton thought for a moment, and then he started to chuckle. "What's so funny?" I asked, confused and somewhat offended.

"The suppressor they used is called Arianus and you're immune to it."

My eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"Well," Anton said, "They used it too often. By now, your DNA would have changed so that it doesn't affect you."

"So I can shift?"

"So you can shift."

Now I was terrified. I hadn't shifted in over three years. Would my wolf form be pitiful? Would I even be worth training? Did I have any chance of being accepted into the pack?

"Shift now, Tyler," commanded Anton. I hesitated, but started to strip out of my clothes. I used refuse to strip in front of people, even it was just my mom or dad, when I shifted, because I was a self-conscious preteen. But now, it didn't matter to me. I had been naked in front of the hunters before for my torture, so I had grown out of it.

The only part of my body that I was really uncomfortable showing was my scars.

I dropped my clothes into a pile and closed my eyes. I let out a deep breath, and suddenly I could feel myself shifting. I opened my eyes a few seconds later and looked down to see familiar sandy paws.

This feels amazing! exclaimed my wolf. I yipped in delight and stretched out my muscles, savoring the feeling of being in my wolf form.

"Tyler," called Anton, and I looked up at him. "I'm going to shift, and all we are going to do today is assess your skills. Then, tomorrow, we'll start strengthening your wolf." I nodded in understanding, and he started to pull off his shirt.

My eyes widened, and I turned around so that I wouldn't see him naked. I may not have a problem stripping to shift in front of people, but Anton was Fae's dad, and I didn't need to see him naked. I mean, I barely knew the guy!

Anton barked, and I turned back to face the large black wolf who had led the other wolves on the attack of the hunters. He was a lot bigger than me, and his black fur was a lot more menacing than my dark yellow fur.

Awesome, whispered my wolf.

Anton nodded once and then he leaned back on his haunches. I did the same, and with a howl, he launched himself at me.

He knocked me on my back and landed on top of me. Anton snapped at my neck, his teeth just brushing my fur. I squealed and squirmed, but I couldn't shake him off.

Fight back, Tyler, screamed my wolf. You can fight back now!

I can fight back.

My eyes narrowed, and a low growl escaped from my lips. I got my back legs under Anton's body and heaved him off me with all my might. I rolled off my back and sprang up. I felt empowered. I had never been able to fight back against my torturers, so this felt new and amazing.

I curled my lip and threw myself at Anton. I scratched at him and nipped and let my wolf completely take over my body. Pretty soon, I forgot I was fighting Anton. Instead, I saw the face of Drake mocking me and fury coursed through my body.

I couldn't see what or where I was hitting, but I went insane. The voice of Drake and Luca and the others filled my ears, and I started to panic. I couldn't calm myself down and felt the old emotions of fear and pain seeping back into my mind.