meeting the werewolves

Emily Sanders (p.o.v)

The annoying beep beep beep of my alarm clock woke me up and I quickly shut it off.

Here goes another day of hell and by hell I mean school. I'm not what I would call popular. Actually I have no friends at all. It doesn't help that I had to move over the summer because of my step loser's job. I really hope he's happy now knowing that I have to go through the whole 'we'll judge you before we even know you' thing. As you can probably tell I hate my stepdad especially now that my mom had died. He treated me as If I was a maid when instead of his step daughter. I can't even go out for a run in my shifter form anymore. Yea you heard me correctly I'm a shapeshifter. It's different than being a were which are larger forms of whatever the animal is. On the other hand a shifter changes into a normal sized animal. Let me tell you shifting into another form is nothing like Stephanie Meyers describes. Shifting is very painful but when you shift a lot you get use to the pain.

A knock at my door pulled me out of my thoughts.

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"Emily get you're ass out of bed." my step losers annoying voice drifted through the door.

"I was already up Jeff." I lied. I forced myself to get up and groaned my inner lioness wanted out so badly. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I wasn't pretty but I wasn't ugly either, I was normal. My long black hair cascaded down my back in soft waves and my eyes where the color of fresh grass. I never wore any make up or jewelry for the simple reasons that I couldn't shift in jewelry because it would break and makeup made me break out. Like everyday I put my hair up in a pony tail then went to pick out an outfit. Today I picked my purple Paramore t-shirt which was my favorite band and some cute black skinny jeans. According to the news channel it was cold outside this morning so I found a hoodie then hurried down stairs. I glanced at clock which said it was six forty. If I didn't leave now I was going to be late so I would have to skip breakfast. My whole body ached pleading me to let my lioness out but I couldn't. I tried to ease the aching by running to school. The pain in my legs was unbearable by the time I reached school but I knew couldn't shift till school was over. The school looked like it was only a couple of years old. I walked into the office and stopped at a desk where a lady that looked like she was in her late forties sat typing something into a computer.

"Hello." I said and the receptionist. She looked up with a fake smile on her face.

"What can I do for you?" she asked in a nasally voice.

"I'm new I was wondering where I can get my schedule and locker assignment."

"Name please, last then first." She said in her annoying nasally voice. Everything today seemed to be annoying to me.

"Sanders, Emily." I said in a monotone. The nasally receptionist searched through a filing cabinet. She found what she was looking for and handed it to me. As quickly as I could I exited the office. The pain was getting worse and it became painfully obvious that I couldn't hold off my change. The only choices I have are A. pretend I am sick and risk having my step loser stay with me at home or B. don't even attend school and take my step losers yelling when I get home. Defiantly plan B. I hurried toward the doors and out into the crisp fresh air. It was a beautiful day but chilly, the perfect weather to shift forms and run. I breathed in the fresh air and caught the scents of at least five and no more than seven werewolves. The scents could mean only one thing there was a pack in town. I thought my life couldn't get any worst but no the world hates me enough to put a pack of oversized dogs in the town my step loser had to move to. Now I had to worry about bullying twenty four seven and my life while at school lovely isn't it.

All I could let myself think of now was getting off campus and shifting. I would have to think about the dogs later. I pushed my aching legs to run and was stupid enough not to think about where I was going. I rammed head first into something as hard as a brick wall. Which is what I thought I had run into till the scent hit me. I mentally cursed again the world hates me. I backed up immediately and looked up at the werewolves. There where six of them and each of them looked different. The leader was easy to find. He stood in the front of the group and he was the one who I had run into. If he wasn't a werewolf I would have thought of him as hot. His hair matched the color of mine and his eyes the purist shade of blue. He was really tall or at least to me. I'm only 5'3" and he was probably 6'2" His nose looked like it had been broken a couple of times and his mouth was perfect. I turned my eyes up to his eyes and met them directly. They showed his anger which was really scary. Something made the anger drain out of them and be replaced by love.

I tore my gaze away before I could think about it to deeply. My body was shaking badly because of the pain of needing to shift. There had to be a way to get to the woods without them following.

"Why are you doing on pack land shifter?" One in the back said angrily. He used the word shifter as if I was a hobo. Most weres thought of shifters as a lower species. The leader turned and shot him a death glare.Pain shot through my stomach and I rapped my arms around my abdomen. They where obviously having a conversation in there minds which is something some weres and shifters can do if they have a group of shifters/weres that they're close to. They where distracted so I took the opportunity to escape. I ran my fastest towards the woods and once far enough in that no human could see I shifted. I hadn't bothered to take off my close and now I regretted that choice. It wasn't like I didn't have anything to put on because I did in my backpack that I had set beside a tree. The reason My favorite hoodie and t-shirt where laying in pieces on the ground behind me. Weres and shifters clothing just doesn't disappear when they shift from form to form. I could tell that they where chasing me. The only way I was going to get them off my tail was to find a river or stream. I would probably have to swim down stream for a couple of miles to lose them. I'm getting ahead of myself again. Come on concentrate Emily. I listened for running water and found the sound easily. My legs carried me easily at my top speed. The ach that had been so horrible in my human form was gone now and I felt free for some reason even if I was being chased. The trees around me where blurring around me. I reached the water and through myself into it. My lion growled she didn't like water but accepted that this was life or death. I swam down stream not even a half a mile when I heard my pursuers. There where three in the water and five where running on land. Whoa wait there was two more than last time. I pushed myself to go faster.

I swam another good half a mile. My body started to ach because of all the exercise and I was forced to slow down. It wasn't going to be long till they could catch up with me. I was going to die today. Amazingly I wasn't afraid because I knew that I would go to a better place where I wouldn't have to deal with werewolves or my step loser. My legs stopped moving and I let the current carry me. It pulled my under and I kept myself limp. The wolves didn't care how I died as long as I ended up dead. A pair of teeth grabbed me by the back of my neck. It wasn't hard enough to rip through the tough skin that was in the spot where the teeth where. Whoever it was pulled me to the surface of the water. My eyes stayed closed and I stayed as still as I could. A high pitched howl pierced the pristine quiet of the forest. The wolf that was swimming with me was having a hell of a time getting to dry land. He made it though which was surprising. He carried me onto the land like a mother cat carries her kittens to move them. I was set down gently. My eyes flew open to see the pure blue eyes of the alpha wolf. He was very close to me and I liked his closeness. What the heck was I thinking, he was my enemy! His wolf was very tall. It had to be at least seven feet tall. His fur was a dark shade of brown and it reminded me of the color of chocolate. I reclosed my eyes and he yelped loudly.

He was so annoying couldn't he just let me pass out peacefully. He pushed me with his mussel. Apparently not. I slipped into the blackness of my mind knowing I would never wake up.