Silent.
Eerie.
Regina dug her hands into the snow, face twisted into a pained grimace. She was panting heavily (each exhale releasing a new trail of smoke) trying to regain control…mostly over her breathing.
Every bone in her body groaned when she moved. Every muscle straining and screeching…particularly her abs. She dragged herself along the ground seeking out the nearest pokok to lean against. Breathing was becoming an agony of its own; she hadn’t even walked a mile, but it felt like she’d just ran 10.
Regina let herself sink completely to the ground, the snow biting her cheek. It was much too cold. She slammed her fist into the snow as if she could actually harm it back.
Another violent spasm rocked her body. Her arms throbbed and ached lebih intensely than anything else.
She let out a pained cry, digging her nails further into the snow, this time she’d clawed into the rumput beneath.
Regina’s eyes fell upon the moon. That horrendous night orb…glowing fuller and brighter than ever. She couldn’t even recall how this came to happen. She rolled onto her side clutching her middle until she found them ripping into her own flesh.
She jerked them away. Blood drizzling from the breaks in her skin, working past the torn cloth. Regina drew her legs as close to her body as she could and let one of the tears that had been prickling behind her eye for the last jam atau so, slide out.
Another spasm.
Regina gripped her knees tighter. Her claws again piercing delicate skin.
Her whole body was trembling and shaking.
She slapped her hand to the snow again. What was left behind was a grotesque menyeberang, cross between a hand and a paw print.
As if the town didn’t want her dead anyways. She glanced in its direction, she could just make out the clock tower looming against the skyline. Regina could only hope that she put enough distance between it and herself. She wasn’t going to get very far at this point.
Regina whipped her head to the side as if hit squarely in the jaw. Hit would be an understatement to describe the feeling…the slight burning sensation working its way over her face. It felt lebih like someone just slugged her jaw with a sack of rocks.
A metallic tang sliding down her throat. What blood didn’t wind up there bubbled up and seeped through her lips.
Regina’s breathing was now growing twice as erratic as she tried to combat the pain…tried to put a stop to the transformation.
She found herself heaving herself up right once more, back at a painful arch, claws tarring lebih deeply into the ground that ever before.
The clouds rolled away from the moon.
Regina’s coverage was Lost completely; a beam of moon casting directly over her.
There was no control here. Not even a semblance of it.
***
Robin heard the howl, it was only a short distance away from his camp.
Roland bunched himself up as closely to his fater as he could. The boy was quivering. Terrified. He hadn’t heard the howling since he was in the Enchanted Forest. He didn’t think he’d ever hear it again. They almost got him that night; one of the Serigala nipping at his jubah, berjubah and the larger set on a pounce.
Robin had taken it out.
But not before they’d torn his wife apart.
Since then the man had dedicated himself to hunting the weres down. Every full moon.
This time was a mistake. He’d miscalculated the lunar calendar. He was a week off and because of that he put what was left of his family in danger. The two of them were going to spend a week camping, and he’d send Roland off (likely to Regina’s house) the night before the full moon. He and his merry men would remain for the hunt.
Evidently they were all there now. And the hunt was about to hit full swing.
He waited for Will to enter the tent, he had been the one to volunteered to watch Roland. Truth be told he was scared, he wanted to part in the hunt.
Robin picked up his bow and his set of silver arrows.
He’d take the serigala, wolf down tonight and be back for the makan malam, majlis makan malam tarikh he’d promised Regina tomorrow.
Seriously though I've seen vampire Gina fics, ghost Gina fics, and demon Gina fics, but not one werewolf Gina one. So yeah I decided to make what I like to call the werequeen.
Awe this was so sweet! Regina and Henry moments ftw!
