A new Danvers?

Bad Timing

Mutts pov:

These people are annoying. Can't they just take their cake and drink and leave. What's the point making me sit here.

The two of them were purposely eating slowly. In spite of me probably.
"Umm, I'm going to leave now." I slowly grabbed my bag not breaking eye contact with them.
"Oh. You're leaving so soon?" The woman asked me.
"Honestly I'm not very social and this situation is making me uncomfortable." I stood up straight ready to leave.
"You and me both." I heard the man say in a low quite voice.

"Yeah well, bye." I quickly walked off before they could say anything. I know I'm weird but why do I always attract weirdos.

Suddenly I started getting a sharp pain in my bones.
"Ah shit."
My legs gave way a bit and I quickly scanned for a nearby toilet.
No such luck, I went towards a toilet I passed on the way here.

My whole walk there was people giving me wired looks and me trying not to pass out.
Lucky the toilet was empty so I quickly went in and slammed the door closed.

I collapsed onto my hands as soon as I locked the door. My bones started shifting and the pain started intensifying. I will not let myself make noises. That would bring attention to me. Attention I do not need.

A knock at the door flicked the switch in my brain between normal to survival and I growled at the door. "It's ok we know what you're going through." A familiar voice whispered through the door.
"Just open up and we can help you."
I growled at the idea of opening the door.

"You can help me by leaving." I snapped at her with an inhuman voice. At that point I blacked out, my limbs still contorting and bones shifting painfully.

Wolf me wants to come out to play.