It was horrible. At least at first.
Her entire body was convulsing, and she forgot where she was, what she was. Everything hurt; her bones-sinew twisting and reforming-marrow cracking, her eyes were bulging from her head, nostril cavities expanding, each indivual joint had cracked, each muscle had been torn and focibly reshaped, but god, then there was her mind. She could feel something there, like another presence, and she wanted them to get the hell out of her head. They lurked, trying to take over, jerk her body upwards.
Time slowed to a crawl. None of her sense seemed to work-sight, touch, hearing, smell, taste-but at the same time they were bombarding her with information. And that thing in her head was wining, begging for her to run.
She suddenly felt her dad there, a hand (or paw?) on her skin-skin that was covered in fur- and she jumped. The movement caused her spine to crack loudly, and pain shot through her newly formed limbs. She tried to stretch out, raise a hand to her face, but- her hand was gone? She looked down, and a paw stared back at her.
Phoebe screamed, and it came out as a howl. That thing, that wolf-in her head was still begging her to run run run. So she listened, taking off and sprinting faster than she'd ever run before.
She could feel the animal take over slightly, could feel it's joy and elation. It had been cooped up for so long, and now it could finally feel the cool air on it's fur and the earth beneath it's feet.
They ran, and Phoebe knew that her dad was close behind her, that he wanted her to stop, but she didn't care anymore. She didn't know what had happened to her, where her body went, but she wasn't in pain anymore, and this felt good.
She wasn't going to stop.
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From Angels to Demons (gxg)
FantasyMae Macauley has had a fairly average life. She'd grown up in the Irish countryside surrounded by livestock and haybales. Even when her mum died, she'd always known she'd be okay. But now her world is falling apart; her Dad has been keeping a life c...
