Pack Law

Chapter 2:

The eve of my 18th birthday was more unsettling then I thought it would be. They had tourt us in school that our body might start preparing for the change up to a week before it actually happened, but I thought, rather neively, that they meant we'd feel stronger or our senses would improve. I did not think I'd be pacing my room at 11pm in cold sweats while excess energy bubbled in me like a shaken can of soda ready to explode once the integrity of its casing was impared. Sure I'd left different the last few days, but this was a new level.

I wanted to run, to be free, it was like I could change right then and there. I was starting to think that they'd got my birthday wrong after all and that today was actually the day I turned 18 and now the moon was rising in the sky I was about to embrace the change. But nothing happened other then more pacing.

I groaned in frustration as I attempted to lie down in bed again. It was no use. I was hot and cold, my mind was tiered but my body wasn't ready to stop. If this was anything like how it was going to feel tomorrow, there was no way I was supressing the urge and waiting for the full moon. I don't even think it would be possible!

I needed to do something to distract myself from this restless state I had found myself in. My eyes fell on my bed room window, I had snuck out before but this would be different. I knew my aunt and uncle would be on the look out for the next two days, they didn't trust me, and for good reason I thought as I lifted the glass up quieter than I had ever done anything in my life. I needed to get some fresh air and clear my head, a long walk would do the trick.

The street was empty as I made my way along the route of pristine houses and manicured lawns. Spotlessly clean cars were park in driveways and curtains had been drawn, everyone was settled in for the night but not me.

It was almost sad that in a town where literally every resident was a shifter no one was out enjoying this beautiful night. If I could shift tonight I would be running towards the mountains and enjoying this crisp spring air like it was a gift from god himself. How could something so natural, so instinctual be the devil's work? I pondered this question often.

Pastor Tolbain said that the wolf that shares our souls was a curse send by the man with horns himself, but why? It just didn't make any sense. People had been shifting for millennia, and no other cultures condemned it... At least not to my, admittedly limited, knowledge anyway.

And there aren't any shifters in his holy book. Not even a reference to them. So how does he know that it's evil? No, I concluded to myself as I watched my feet moving steadily forward, he doesn't know it's evil, but he wants us to believe it, he wants us to fear it, as that is the best way to maintain control especially when hes the only one who can offer a balm for the people's fears.

"Little pups shouldn't be wondering around this late" The voice knocked me out of my thoughtful Oblivion as Benjamin Johnson and is band of merry muts stepped out on to the pavement before me."you know pack rules feral bitch" he added in an effort to either intimate or embarras me. I shrugged it off I've been called worse.

"Pack rules also state that running is only permitted on full moon or for pack business, tell me was Don Cronans little gathering by Oak ridge last week considered pack business? You were there weren't you?" I couldn't resist flashing him a triumphant smirk.

Ben didn't seem as bothered as his friends that I knew about their night time adventures, infact he was still sporting his insufferable devil may care smile, I wished so badly that I could whipe it off his smug face "the little interloper likes sticking her nose into other people's business does she?" There was an arrogance in his posture as he stepped closer to me, I took a corosponding step back, but accepted that ultimately he was both taller and stronger then me. Not to mention a fully developed shifter. So if he wanted to chase me down there really was very little I could do about it."I suggest you keep your nose and mouth away from matters that don't concern you mut, or I'll mussle you like the rabbit dog that you are" he threatened coldly.