Werebear?

Tired

It's been months since I left the reservation. I love the drama-less life but I miss the people I call family and even though I'm adopted I can't help but miss them.

I'm afraid to go back however. My friends here convinced me to get a tattoo...I mean a whole sleeve of tattoos and I cut my hair I don't look the same at all and I don't want to be disowned anymore than I already am.

I don't drive the same truck I switched it and bought a Nissan Altima and I'm definitely not the same inside. I haven't heard from my other half since I left I haven't even shifted. My heart aches for my soul mate who I still don't know but I know he's not here. So I've decided to go back. I'm driving the 5 hours drive in my Altima. Wearing a black tank top exposing my tattoos, ripped jeans and black boots. My now short black hair straight down.

In about 30 minutes I'll be back and I don't even know if my scent is the same if it is everyone will know I'm back.

I keep thinking did anyone really care that I left but someone must've.

I was reaching the reservation land nervous as hell as I saw the welcome sign. Our wear-warriors standing near it staring strangely at me through the windshield.

None of them ran off so I assumed that my scent did change,good.

I drove through the town receiving similar stares. I reached the house. There were cars there some I recognized and some I didn't. That meant a meeting, perfect timing.

I got out of the car adjusting my clothes and hair. Clenching my shaking fists I walked up the steps knocking lightly.

After what seemed like forever someone opened the door.

"hey ."