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Chapter 3: Unexplainable

Chapter 3 - Unexplainable

Sam's POV

I slowly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling in my bedroom. I felt stiffness in my limbs, but I couldn't tell if it was because I had been sleeping for awhile or from what had happened. It seemed like a bad dream. Maybe it was. How could I possible have been a wolf?

"Sam?" I looked over and saw my mother sitting in the chair that was in the corner of my room. "How are you feeling, honey?"

"I feel like I could sleep for another 8 hours."

"You've been asleep for two days now. I've been debating with myself as to whether I should take you to the hospital or not."

"No," I practically shouted. My hands started to shake again and I took a deep breath and felt myself calm, the shaking reduced to a slight tremor. In a softer voice I said, "No hospital please, I just want to rest."

"Oh honey, what happened? You're so thin you look like a skeleton and there's something else...I don't know, you look different somehow," my mother exclaimed.

"I look different? How so?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't hear the fear in my voice.

"Well, aside from the fact that you look like you've run your hair through a mud bath and it's now a clumpy mess of sticks and leaves...I don't know, you just look older. Your face has changed. Please tell me what happened."

I sighed, trying to think of the best way to explain this.

"While I was in Seattle, I saw dad." Again my hands started to shake and I had to take another deep breath. "When I got back, I went for a walk in the woods. I didn't realize how far I had gone and I got lost."

My mother looked at me like she didn't believe a word I said. She opened her mouth to say something, but I interrupted.

"Please mom, I'm really tired, can I just go back to sleep?"

"Sure honey, but you might want to call Leah first. She's been frantic, calling every hour."

"I will, but I just need to sleep right now." I said before closing my eyes.

"Ok." I heard her get up and felt her kiss my forehead, before the door closed quietly behind her.

I tried to fall back asleep, but my stomach was reminding me that I hadn't eaten in days. After listening to my stomach growl for 10 minutes, I finally got up and made my way towards the bathroom. I was shocked by what I saw in the bathroom mirror.

My mother was right. I looked closer to 30 then I did my age of 20. My cheeks were hallowed out from lack of food over the past two weeks. My long hair, which I normally kept in a ponytail was so matted and such a hopeless mess that I knew I wouldn't be able to save it. I left the bathroom to get scissors out of the kitchen, startling my mother who was making lunch.

"Mom, can you make me something while you're at it?" I asked before returning to the bathroom. I cut my long hair all the way to the scalp and when I was done, I took out my electric razor and shaved the rest of my head giving myself a buzz cut. I left the bathroom and headed back to the kitchen. My mother put a plate on the table with a sandwich on it and looked at me. She gasped in shock.

"What did you do to your hair?"

"You were right, it was a mess. I figured it would be better to get rid of it then to try and fix it."

My mother just stood at the table watching me with her mouth hanging open while I wolfed down the sandwich in seconds. Even after I ate the whole thing, my stomach still growled.