Howling Shadows by PianoPlayer123

Howling Shadows 1

AN: I don't Inuyasha  

Rating : MA Some chapters are dark  ((if you find chapter one too gruesome or depressive you can miss it if you want.))

I'm open to criticism and love reading your reveiws. Enjoy reading! 

Were wolves, creatures mortals believe to be non-existent, legends, myths as real as fairytales, made up to scare little children from going into the woods alone because “Watch out the Big Bad Wolf will eat you.” When you’re a kid you might have nightmares and maybe even pee yourself... We’ve all done it... It’s depressing to live in the shoes (or paws) of the so called villains, slowing driving you insane unless you are lucky and find peace of mind... anyway this is my story of how I was sent straight into the wolves den, defied the old tales, and came out with a nice wolf skin rug at the end.

A vicious wind howled through the night, carrying a vile scent that would change many innocents’ lives. Blood. His eyes matched the same crimson shade as the metallic life giving substance. Gallons of it were spilled onto the ground, flowing slowly outward oozing from the pile of corpses under his feet.  The blood itself ran away from the murderous fiend, only to be halted by the next victim’s carcass.

Naraku stood tall and cloaked, sick satisfaction gleamed in his eyes as they stared into nothingness, only to the smouldering black sky above had the courage to look back, as the moon coward under its blanket of clouds. He stood motionless, waiting, for what he did not know. Praise maybe? Applause and celebration for pointless bloodshed? The wind hissed distastefully at him.  He would’ve looked human if you ignored the surroundings, the unappealing grey hue to his skin, the unearthly shade of his long ominous black hair not to mention his unnatural deep maroon irises.

The daze was shattered when Naraku tilted his head and sniffed, a look of surprise flashed over his stoic features. Supernatural eyes snapped to the surrounding forests, in the distance a small shabby house stood alone on the outskirts of the tattered town. He’d missed it. Naraku’s eyes hardened he started his slow approached towards the dwelling with slow, sure steps – avoiding debris but crudely stepping onto the deceased, most bodies were mauled beyond recognition; inners and limbs were missing or hanging in the balance of in and out of their previous owners, expelling sickening cracks, pops and crunches under his  black boots.  

An arm’s reach away from the house no hesitation influenced him as he uprooted the door from its hinges and flung it to the side like a rag.  Soft scuffing footsteps and the quiet creek of a closing door met his pointed ears a cruel smile sprung to life on his face. Naraku moved like the predator he was, tense muscles ready to pounce – poised to kill.  A baby’s wail broke though the eerie silence, his ear twitched.

Swiftly, Naraku moved through the small building noiselessly. With a quick whiff he could smell the fear radiating from inside the room ahead, he reached forward and opened the door with ease. It wouldn’t take a genius (like himself) to spot the raven locked, blue eyed young girl of nine crouched behind the wooden coat, hunched over a wriggling bunch of white linen. At the sight of Naraku Kagome’s eyes became wider, breathes came shallow and quick her heart rivalled the beat of a humming birds wing.

Naraku came closer until he loomed over the doe eyed girl, who now shivered in mortal fear. The stoic mask set on his face fractured – his eyes widened - when he noticed her aura.     

‘She has spiritual powers, how rare, untrained but... Strong...’ A nightmarish grin blossomed across his lips, showing off his large canines. He crouched and reached out lifting her chin with two bloodied fingers, both equipped with deadly claws. A new fire lit in Kagome’s swirling midnight blue eyes. She slapped his hand away disgusted. “Murderer.” She hissed with venom.

Outraged with the action, Naraku slapped her. Hard. So hard she was tossed across the room and Souta was propelled out of her arms. Kagome raised her head and lifted a petit hand to her split lip, a steady stream of blood trickled against her porcelain skin, an ugly welt started to form on her cheek. “Learn fast; treat your alpha with more respect!” Naraku’s deep voice snapped, it sent chills down her spine. Then he continued on in a more gravelly voice, “In my mercy I will turn you in the comfort of your own home. Try anything and I will kill you sibling as I did your parents.”

The temperature of the room dropped dramatically, Kagome’s eyes became wider, Souta’s cries became wild as if he under stood the situation and grave danger his sister faced.

Menacing growls sounded in the dead air. Naraku’s face became twisted and elongated, seconds felt like hours as his body changed into the form of a monstrous wolf. A were wolf. Jet black fur; red eyes; sharp protruding fangs hung from its moth and five razor claws tipped four massive paws. In another situation Kagome would’ve thought it beautiful, but a chilling air surrounded him that spoke the untold.

Without restraint nor warning the wolf leapt on top of her, back down, he looked into her eyes, snarled, then drove his fangs deep into her shoulder. Through tissue and bone with grim sounds. Kagome screamed, wailed and squirmed under him, but he held her fast.

Kagome closed her eyes, tears flowing freely, never in her nine years had she felt such pain, something seared through her blood meeting no resistance on its war path. ‘It burns!’ she cried in her head. Begging an unknown source for help, she did not expect something to answer. A tingle started from deep within her gradually it spread through her being, she felt light headed and dizzy. Kagome opened her eyes when a low snarl follow by a loud yelp came from above her, the weight on her chest sprung off her. Blue eyes followed Naraku as he stepped away towards Souta snarling “NO!” she bellowed, a bolt of pink light exploded from her landing a direct hit to Naraku’s side.

A high yelp came from the beast as it flopped ungracefully to the side. He quivered, growled and snarled viciously. ‘That bitch paralyzed me!’ Naraku angrily growled in his head. ‘She’s stronger than I thought.’ Another thought struck him, it made him laugh out into the confines of his mind. ‘A fit mate for me...’

As if Kagome knew his thoughts she deliriously dragged herself up and stumbled over to Souta picked him up and bolted. Out of the house, through the forest, out of the valley and to the mountains, she didn’t stop no matter how much her legs burned she needed to get as far away from the red eyed beast as possible...

Only when she literally fell from exhaustion did she stop her mad dash. Crumpled on the floor, with a new day closing in, she looked down at Souta a long night had also lulled him into slumbers clutches. She stiffened when a consuming and unfamiliar pain tore through her small body and made her cry out in excruciating pain and panic. It was like that for a while before she succumbed to the black spots crowding her vision.

Unknown to Kagome she was in wolf territory – were wolf to be precise, it didn’t take long for the pack to scent her and investigate. The found her in a crumpled mess. It didn’t take a master mind to figure out what had occurred she reeked of the unmistakable, putrid scent that was Naraku, he had turned her she was now like him, a were wolf.

Curious and sympathetic a wolf took her by the scruff and trotted to the den, not before giving instruction to another to take the babe too. The wolf Gin who had took her presented Kagome to their alpha, Kouga who was also inquisitive about the pup; he allowed her to stay on the condition Gin and his mate cared and trained for her as well as the babe. Gin agreed to treat Kagome and Souta as his own.

After the first shock of waking up as a wolf Kagome grieved her parents loss, also the loss of her mortality followed by the slow acceptance of a pack, her new nature and finally her adoptive parents Gin and Aina also her new sibling Ginta. She swore an oath of vengeance on Naraku, with this she trained relentlessly and made friends on the way.

Summers and winters past by in a blur of training, education, close calls, hormones and lots of howling, Souta became a man and left the nest to make a name of himself, a few seasons after Kagome also bid farewell too, to hopefully move onwards and up. Despite Kouga’s protests, begging her to stay, become “his woman” and live in comfort at the den - Kagome could only hug her brash friend goodbye.

No longer could she suppress the want to explore, to mingle with others and to work like a human would, like she would have. 

With her head held high, Kagome left to venture the overflowing modern world...