There once was a girl.
She was sweet like a baby.
But you fucked her up.
Made her think she was crazy.
I'm that girl.
But I look different lately.
Cos now I'm a monster.
The monster you made me.
- Chloe Adams.
Magical Luck has changed, Magical Luck...
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I'm running with the wolves tonight. I'm running with the wolves. I'm running with the wolves tonight. I'm running with the wolves. I'm running with the...
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With the full moon approaching Rosalie was nervous about what is it to come of her first transition into a wolf. She was quite worried about the pain she would feel, but could she be okay with the pain. Rosalie was preparing herself for the pain, as she laid in her bed, feeling incredibly groggy but she was feeling angry, frustrated. She was feeling the anger she had towards her ex-friends, to that lying old fool, and to that insistent obnoxious woman Molly Weasley. Lying next to her was Niklaus, ready to help his daughter through the transition, he was holding her tight as she moaned in pain.
"Shh, sweetheart, I'm here." Niklaus whispered as his daughter whimpered in pain.
It felt like fire was running over her skin, her blood at boiling temperature. Her heart hammering inside her chest as another wave of pain rushed over her. "Daddy, it hurts daddy," Rosalie whimpered as Niklaus whispered sweet, calming words to his daughter. Wiping the sweat from her face, he cooed gently into her ear.
Niklaus wished he could take the pain away, take the hurt away, but he couldn't. He couldn't protect her from this. "It's alright, I'm here, daddy's here." He whispered as the moon finally rose to its peak, the light now reflecting into Rosalie's room.
The pair had made sure that the house was protected, along with the surrounding area of Prevell manor. Rosalie had worked with the elves to make the area a fortified fortress, including her room. Her dad had told her that the possibility of her losing control was a big chance, yes, she was a Tribrid, but they couldn't be sure that she wouldn't be like the other werewolves in their world. Even Rosalie knew that she wouldn't be in control after all her wolf had been locked away for a long time and it had been fighting, fighting to break free.
But finally, Rosalie snapped, her back arched as the bones begun to break in her body, Niklaus jumped away from her as a screamed ripped from her throat. Her eyes blazing an iridescent blue, something that her dad had never seen before in a wolf. And now her wolf, it was finally free from the confinements of her mind.
