Magnificent

My eyes flutter open. I blink a few times to clear my vision. My senses are still sharp. I feel different. I feel powerful. I bring my hands to wipe my tired eyes. I feel a scrape along my forehead. I bring them from my eyes out infront of me.

Claws, massive claws. I climb off of a bed I'm on. I look around the room frantically for a mirror. My legs wobble as I stand to my feet. I walk up to the mirror. Gasping at my reflection.

My eyes are yellow. My hair is long and black, flowing down to the back of my knees. My skin looks more or less the same but glowy. I think I'm taller. I open my mouth and I'm horrified. I don't just have my fangs, but a mouth full of pointed sharp teeth. What happened to me, this is definitely not human. I look like a monster.

The door opens and the lycan king walks in. "Magnificent" He says staring at my new image. "What did you do ?" I screech. He comes to me, still in amazement. "I don't know, my beast just knew to bite you, now look at you. Amazing, truely amazing."

We clearly have different ideas of amazing. "You are the first hybrid, who'd have thought it was possible" I and many others thought it was impossible. "Hybrid! A Hybrid?" Still looking at me like I'm a god "Yes, isn't it obvious. Tell me, do you sense a beast within you?" I'll tell you what I sense buddy, just you wait. Then I feel it.

There is a dominant, powerful essence within me. Still very much me though. A snarl escapes my lips. I clasp my hands over my mouth in shock at the noise. The lycan king starts clapping "Wonderful, Can you change?"

I hope so, I really don't want to walk around with this horror mouth. I shake my head, I'm not sure what to do. "focus on your previous form, think of your body returning to how it was before." I close my eyes and picture how I looked before, really focusing. I feel I might combust under the mental strain.

I hear him laugh. I open my eyes and turn back to the mirror. Thank goodness I'm me again, No overly long hair. It's black and no longer white as it was previously. My white streak is gone. My eyes are green. My skin looks pale but not as deathly pale as before. My eyes quickly dart to my hands. No more claws. I open my mouth and just a normal set of teeth. Praise whichever God I'm in favour with this week.

It must be the alignment, My transition into human, enabling the change to this new species. I remember my team and quickly look around for my phone. The lycan king still watching me in awe.

I pull it off the charger and see several missed calls from Janice. I call back. She answers on the second ring. "Mistress!" She exclaims relieved "The twins... The master ... I thought you were dead but the master is very much still alive but...He is weak, bedridden" She sounds very distressed.

I panic "Whats wrong with the twins?" A small sob leaves her, "Mistress they appear to be comatosed, I've tried everything in my arsenal to wake them" Oh god whats going on "Janice keep them comfortable. I will be there as soon as I can"

I end the call once she tells me where they are. I race towards the door but the lycan king slams it shut before I leave the room. "I don't think so."

I'm getting really sick of men, trying to order me around. "MOVE" I call out. A sonic like boom, pushed the king to his knees. That's more like it. Just like old times. He cowers and bows his head to me in submission.The lycans expression changes to a confused and angry one. "Alpha?".

Who me?

"You are like an alpha, I bow to no Alpha. I am THE LYCAN KING! THEY BOW DOWN TO ME" He cries out. An abundance of whimpers and howls sound from below us. "It appears you bow down to me now" I say smugly.

With a growl he grabs me and attempts to throw me but I'm still in the same place. There's that scared look, I was waiting for. I strike him and he flys back flopping to the floor, unconscious. I walk down the large stair case. The werewolfs in their human forms all back away lowering their heads in submission. The lycan king is right. This is magnificent.

I made my way to the hotel, the elevator doors ping open to the penthouse suit. Janice is sitting in between each of the boys, lying on opposite couches. Still, silent, and asleep. There's an eerie atmosphere.

I rush over and landing on my knees by the twins. I take one of their hands in each of mine. "My sweet boys. Come back to me" I try reach out to them mentally, not even sure if still have that connection with them anymore.

There is a twitch in each hand. I look at both of them. My eyes darting back and forth between them. Their sandy hair is growing, flowing down to their shoulders. I move my hands as I feel the sharp claws growing and  scraping against them. Janice is sitting there shocked, too shocked to talk as she's watching the boys change before her.

In unison their eyes shoot open and they launch to their feet. "Did I take a line or something? Cause I'm feeling pretty hyped and confident" We all look at Arlo "Well more than normal, I feel incredible.

Waaahhh!! My beautiful hands" Arlo cries, looking at his large claws. "Bro! Your hair" He says to Dante, staring at him shocked. "Bro, your hair" Dante mimics back, pointing at Arlo. Arlo's hands touch the ends of his now long hair and he screeches again.

Running out of the room in a blur. No doubt to find a mirror "Aaaahh no" He found it. Janice backs away "Your .... Your teeth.. They...." She tries but fails to form a sentence. Dante darts out this time. "WHAT THE HELL?" I assume he found the mirror too.

"Boys!" I call out. They come back through, dragging their feet. Shoulders slumped and heads hanging low. "It's ok. Think of how you used to be. Focus" I instruct them. The twins close their eyes. Arlo has his eyes shut so tight his brow furrows. His tongue sticking out the side of his mouth.

Their claws disappear and their hair shrinks back. "You can go back to the mirror now" I laugh. They both start running, pushing each other out of the way. "Well hello handsome, Nice to see you again" I hear Arlo say from the other room. Then it occurs to me. Thorne. Oh god. The last thing we need is him to change to a powerful hybrid too.

"Janice, where is Thorne?" She points to the stairs. I make my way up the spiral stair case and into the room. Thorne is lying down, He looks sickly. "My rose, I'm so glad you are here. Come" I walk over to him and sit on the bed. I feel nothing for him except disgust.

He launches at me but falls off the bed in the process. He grunts. Pathetic. I step over him and crouch by his head. "Oh how the mighty have fallen" I taunt. I feel no pull, Nothing. I move my top to the side. I have no makers mark. He looks confused.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Thorne shouts trying to pull himself up. I grab him and throw him to the bed as if he weights nothing. Wow, I amaze myself. He sits himself up, looking so weak and frail.

"I believe I'm free of you" I gloat. He reaches out for me but I just laugh "My love, you need me. You are nothing without me. I made you. I don't know what magic this is, where your mark has gone but you belong to me. You've always belonged to ME!"

I don't think I've ever been so happy. To see him like this, to have all of the power to make him nervous. "I will never belong to you again" I say walking away. "When I get back to full strength. I WILL KILL YOU!" He threatens.

Not if I kill you first. I transform before him, letting my beast sync with me. "My rose, what are you?" Fear laces his voice. It fills me with more power. I strike him my claws cutting his face. I bring my hand to my cheek. Nothing. No cut to mirror his. I can kill him.

I go to rip his heart out but he must have realised the same as I. He manages to put all his energy into his enhanced speed and blurs out of the room.

Let the hunt begin.