I start a new day being woken up by my stupid alarm clock. It angrily shouts at me to wake up. I grudgingly sit up and walk across my bedroom to my bureau. I purposefully put it there so I have to get up to turn it off. I tell it to shut up as I press the button to make it quiet.
I hop in the shower and the hot water helps ease my sore body from so much shifting. I let the water wash over me until it gets cold. I get out and dry off, walking over to my bureau for clothes. I put on my stretchy sports bra and underwear, underneath casual jeans and an AC-DC t-shirt. My hair in a towel, I put a pot of water on the stove to boil and put gloves on. I went into my living room and pried up a floorboard.Now before you ask, yes I hide my wolfsbane. What if someone tries to kill me? If they're part of the supernatural world and knew, I can't have my biggest weakness just lying around where they can use it on me.
Anyway, I grab some wolfsbane and bring it over to my pot of water. I grab the tea infuser made for this and put it on the counter. I then start to pick the seeds out of the flowers of the plant and drop them in the infuser. Once it's full, I put it in the pot of boiling water, and turn the heat down. I usually let it sit for a half-hour to get the most out of the seeds, and make breakfast in the meantime. So I take the gloves off carefully, so the wolfsbane residue on them doesn't burn me, and set them aside. After doing this for a few weeks and getting burned a couple of times, I got good at this whole process.
I washed my hands and made breakfast; eggs, bacon, and toast. A classic. I put my breakfast sandwich together on a plate and sat at the table with a book. When I was done I put the book back on my bookcase and washed my dishes. When they were all put away, I put the gloves back on and grabbed the wolfsbane tea off the stove, not taking any chances with it coming in contact with my skin. I took the infuser out of the pot and emptied it into the trash. I put the tea in my water bottle, and it went in my duffel bag. The bag was already packed with extra clothes (just in case), and extra chains in case any other wolves in the area have already taken up the ones there. As I'm double-checking my bag, as I do every morning, I heard a knock at the door. I quickly close the bag, so whoever is at the door won't see its contents.
Opening the door, I see my neighbor, Peter Parker. Here's a thing about Peter. He thinks no one knows his secret, but he and his friend are very loud when they talk about it, especially with my super hearing. I'm honestly surprised it's still a secret.
I opened the door wider as an invitation for him to come in. I haven't seen him in a few days, and he seems nervous or worried. He sits on my couch, as he's done many times before, and looks at me nervously.
"What's going on?" I ask, concerned over him. I sit down next to him, facing him.
"Nothing, how are you doing?"
He seemed as if looking for a particular answer, "I'm doing okay," I say warily.
"Oh, okay." He seems even more nervous now and clearly doesn't believe me. He reeks nervousness, and he's..... worried? What's wrong with him?
"What's going on, Peter?" I say more forcefully, trying to get an answer out of him.
"Nothing, I'm fine." I don't even need to smell it to know it's a lie. "Uh- what's- what's the duffel bag for? Are you going anywhere?" He gets up to see what's inside.
"No!" He looked at me confused but stopped with his hand on the zipper, Shit. "Um- I mean, there's just some personal stuff in there..." He still looks suspicious, but pats the side of the bag and settles back down on the couch. Relieved he didn't open it, I tried for a conversation.
"So, I haven't seen you in a bit. What's been going on with you and Auntie?" Auntie May had welcomed me as soon as I moved in, and invited herself into my apartment to help me unpack. The next day, she brought Peter over with Chinese fast food so we could all hang out as new neighbors. I got to know them pretty well that night as we exchanged stories. I modified some of mine so my secret was safe, and kept it from them ever since. I felt a little bad lying to Auntie May and Peter, but their safety is more important.
"The usual. School, chores, roaming around the city. Aunt May has been taking some extra shifts at the hospital."
"That's nice. Make sure to tell her not to overwork herself."
"Will do." He gives me a warm smile.
"Good! Now go to school before you're late, kid!" I ruffle his hair and shove him out the door. Immediately I checked to make sure he hadn't seen the contents of the bag. I thankfully was able to stop him before he could open it.
I grab the bag heading downstairs to my car throwing the duffle bag into the passenger side then hop into the driver's seat. Headed towards Cunningham Park.
I walked deep in the woods, into the old cellar, and went behind the thick metal gate locking it as usual. I started to take off my shirt and pants leaving me in an extra stretchy sports bra and underwear, so I wouldn't be naked when I changed back. Assuming I wouldn't shred it apart as a wolf. I chained myself up and drank some of the wolfsbane tea. I gagged but swallowed it with only a little dripping out of my mouth. I wince slightly as I wipe it away. It still burns no matter how many times I've drunk it, but it hurts a tiny bit less every time
"Ok, just like yesterday I can do this," I murmured to myself. The habit of talking to myself from being alone all those years.
With that, I start and begin the transformation. I only whimpered and cried a little at the expected pain. I've already almost gotten used to it.
Progress.
I had a high pain tolerance before I was turned to a hybrid but having every bone in your body break still caused a bit of pain. Even after being a werewolf for years before.
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