KINETIC

There’s a very thin line between a curse and a boon--one could turn to another within matter of seconds. Just like how within matter of seconds the happy world around you could shatter into pieces.

I lived in one such happy places, enjoying the carefree life as a young wolf of the largest and the only thriving pack in my country.

The situation of the country wasn’t great. Our human counterparts were rebelling against the political leaders, more like greedy, authoritarian leaders. There was a big wave of civil unrest rising across the country. Taking advantage of such time, my pack was ambushed and attacked.

The Alpha, his Betas, and other strong adult wolves were killed and the young wolves—my friends and cousins along with my sweet little brother were abducted. Only few of us could survive the bestiality of that wretched day.

The abducted members were gone without a trace. Erased out of existence. We only knew that they were taken across the ocean in ships.

As time went by, hopes of rescuing our lost brothers and sisters was beginning to rise among the rest of us. And one day, the older ones among us young wolves called a meeting and we made a pact.

The pact called for a hard and dangerous mission. To accomplish which we had to become sharper and stronger. So here, at fifteen, I stood on the doorstep of a witch named Dijana, almost knocking her door. Yet, my hands trembled for this was a risky choice.

Some of the older wolves on the trial before me were been induced with new magical abilities. They didn’t tell it out loud, but I had seen how getting used to the new energies hurt them.

This must be some wicked game of fate.

Today was the day of my trail with magic, and I wondered what more the wicked fate had in store for me.

How bad would it hurt?

Could I be able to suffer it?

Or die if it went all wrong?

I sucked in a deep breath. I had to do it. This was what it was going to take to restore my pack--to bring back my brother.

I can do it.

I the told words to myself several times before knocking at the door. It was already open. My palms curled into fists as fear rose in my chest. Biting my lips, I pushed myself inside the witch’s place.

I can do it, I told myself several times then knocked at the door. It was already open. Biting my lips and curling my palms into fists, I pushed myself inside the witch’s place.