The Cursed Wolf

The Cursed Wolf (6)

Hey guys :) So here's the next installment of 'The Cursed Wolf'. Just a reminder, I'm new to writing about all this werewolf stuff... I mean I've read them but I've never actually written one of my own so I'm sorry if it's not as good as the others, but I just wanted to broaden my genres of writing a bit... So with that being said, Enjoy!

Dillon :)  -------------------------------------------------- >

“Up! Up! Up!” was what I woke up to on Saturday morning. I was never much of a morning girl, but that day, I shot up awake quickly.

“Wow, that’s something new,” my mom mused.

I yawned and stretched before walking into the bathroom, but first walking head first into a wall.

“Ouch!”

“Honey, trying opening your eyes,” my mom said, laughing before walking out of the room. I rubbed my forehead and then walked into the bathroom, taking a long shower. When I came out, I felt very refreshed. I looked at the time. It was only 8 in the morning and the werewolf party thing wasn’t until at least 5 or 6. I changed into a sport’s bra and running shorts. They were cheap stuff that I didn’t mind shredding. I was going out for a run, which I rarely did since every time I do, I imagine how exactly I’m going to die.

“I’m going out!” I yelled.

“Be careful!” my mom shouted back. I ran toward the woods and then looking around and spotting no one, I shifted, then mentally cursed myself because I forgot to bring a change of clothes to hide for later.

Once I shifted, everything became so much clearer. It’s been weeks since I last shifted. I tend to not shift until shifting becomes  a craving for me. I breathed in the fresh air and trotted easily along. From my heightened hearing, I heard water swishes. Since I was pretty familiar with these woods, I broke out in a sprint, heading towards the clearing that I knew was near by.

When I reached it, the place seemed to take my breath away, like it always did.

There was a small river bank that seemed to run forever. Wild flowers of every color scattered the ground and the trees seemed to reach up to the sky. Before I had learned of my curse and how I was a werewolf, I used to run here and lie down and read for endless hours. Only when it got pretty dark did I run home.

It was my sanctuary.