Wolf Girl

Chapter 3

*2nd grade*

"Grace! Hey! Give me back my stuffed kitty!" I yelled for Grace and ran after her, both of us giggling uncontrollably.

Grace ran through her kitchen with her mother cooking on the stove, and I quickly chased closely behind. Her mother didn't seem to mind us.

I wanted my stuffed kitty back! Even though I've never ever really liked cats, Alan had given it to me for my seventh birthday. I had just turned seven last weekend.

I didn't really have a big party; Grace, Alan, Brooke, and Jessie were the only ones I invited. We all just hung out at my house, ate cake and ice cream, and I opened gifts.

I continued to chase Grace through her big house; through the kitchen, the dining room, the den, the second floor, the third floor, the basement. It was a crazy fest.

"Girls! It's time for dinner!" Grace's mother called out.

"We're coming mommy!" Grace yelled back, and ran off with my kitty in her hand still. When was she going to give it back?

She ran into the kitchen, and I followed her, closely behind; carefully watching my cat. Grace and I sat down in a chair at the dinner table, and she set my toy down next to her. Her mother set down a bowl of soup in front of each of us, and we dug in. Mrs. Downing's chicken soup was always the best!

When I finished my soup, Grace was still eating. She eats slowly because her mother teaches her well manners. Mother tried to teach me manners, but she said I was "unteachable" in that area. I know a good amount of manners already. Enough to where I won't be looked at like I'm a slob.

I eyed my stuffed animal, and got out of my seat to put my bowl and spoon in the sink. As I slowly crept back to the table, I went to snatch my white cat back, but Grace's hand shot out and grabbed it before I could get to it.

My canines sharpened and I accidentally growled. I quickly covered my mouth, and Grace turned around to look at me. She laughed.

"Silly, how could you still be hungry after you just ate my mommy's soup?" she asked, giggling. I nervously laughed.

"I dunno, I-I'm not really hungry anymore though," I said. Grace laughed and finished her soup. She put her bowl in the sink and immediately started to run. I ran after her; my canines sharp. I growled once again, and at the right moment; I jumped and shifted in mid-air, and I pounced on Grace.

I pinned her on her back, and grabbed my toy in my muzzle, and jumped off of Grace. I happily played with it for a second, until I saw the look on Grace's face. Uh-oh. My mouth dropped and the toy fell onto the carpet.

I quickly shifted back into a human, and collectively grabbed my toy. Grace's mouth was still wide open.

"Grace! I... uhh..." I held my toy to my chest and I felt my face boil.

"You're... a wolf..! That's SOO cool!" Grace jumped up and down in excitement. "Do you have like super wolf powers?! Can you do any other cool tricks?! Your fur color was SOO pretty! Can I brush it?! It's like a brownish-tannish color! Please please please please let me brush it!" She continued to jump up and down in excitement.

"Shh! I wasn't supposed to do that! You can't tell anybody Grace! You can't! It's a secret! Okay?" I stammer. This wasn't good at all.

"I promise, as long as you let me brush your pretty pretty fur, pleeaaassee?!"

I huff. "Fine," I grunt.

"Yay!" Grace cheered and ran into her room, tugging my arm along. She shut and locked the door behind her, and pulled out a dog brush from her drawer. Oh boy.

Grace jumped onto her bed and sat down, patting the spot next to her, telling me to sit. I groan and plop next to her.

"Now change into a wolfie!" she ordered, clapping cheerfully. I shift and lay down next to her, and she runs the brush through my slick fur. "Ooo! so pretty!" She cooed. I huffed.

"Aw, come on, Calla! I'm just brushing you!" She giggled and continued brushing my fur.

I rolled my eyes and laid my head on my paws.

Hopefully she doesn't tell anyone.