the girl who cried wolf|Wattys 2015

the girl who cried wolf: six

Note// hello there my lovely people :D I know youre probably thinking, why am I constantly making notes? Maybe because I like to keep my readers informed > < I don't know, im weird. So if you haven't noticed on the side is where I have the current cast and a slideshow with pictures of those in the cast. Itll change throughout the story as I figure out who plasy who and add more wolves (im still trying to figure out who should play lucy's parents. If you know, do tell me !) that said - ive added alex watson (emma watson's brother) to the cast. I don't think hes an actor, I know he does modeling (I think ..lol) anyhoot, I find him completely attractive and I think everything about him radiates how marcus is in my head. I didn't expect marcus to be important in the story but then I realized that lucy is a bit lonely and not that theres anything wrong with being a loner, but I feel its necessary to the story that she have some other human companion. So, you will be seeing a lot more of marcus ! also, I don't know what happened - I hadn't expected this chapter to be that long or even do the whole incident it just happened > < And the tale about the wolves was totally based off my findings on the web, I just rearranged words and made up the tale of the Hunt. I like making histories for these types of things, it makes it seem more authentic. Dontcha think? Okay ill shut up now > < read, comment, vote, and share xx

six: tale of tails

I couldn't sleep. The whole night I spent tossing and turning in bed trying not to think about wolves. It was no wonder why I looked like the walking dead the next morning. At least my headache wasn't as bad and after looking in the mirror, I'd found the swelling gone completely and the bruising nearly gone. For sixteen I wasn't looking that hot, but strangely enough I never felt better.

I'd never felt out of place in my own body, I was comfortable with who I was. Id grown use to my athletic build and recognized I would never be the girl who looked perfect in a pair of form fitting jeans or low cut tops, but I liked myself and how I looked. But there was just something different feeling when coming to this irrational reasoning of being a werewolf. Surely I didn't have some overnight transformation, but there was just something that never showed before last night. My brows were a bit fuller and filled in, shaped perfectly and my eyes looked like they had yesterday in the nurse's office.

They sparkled and drew you in; I almost felt like I was looking into Mason's eyes. I tuned my head in the mirror, noticing that my cheekbones had lifted just a bit, giving my face a sharper and defined angle. I looked edgy.

I had to eventually stop looking in the mirror because I was positive I was becoming crazy. I wanted to believe that I was changing and becoming this beast because it was the only reasonable answer. But, surely if I talked to Mason, he would be able to give me a for sure answer.

"Promise no more trips to the Nurse's office?" Mom asked me as she pulled up in front of the school. She'd smoothed back my hair, which I actually bothered to do and pull back into a ponytail. Really it was the only way I could be sure I wouldn't suffer from any hot flashes since the feeling of my hair against my neck just felt smothering. Id even chosen lighter layers; black leggings, with a silver lace tunic and a black jacket over it.

"I promise. I'll watch my step and everything." I cracked a smile at Mom before giving her a kiss on the cheek. "See you when I get home?"

"I'm picking you up aren't I?"

"Well I was kind of thinking of going to the library afterschool."

"You don't want me to go with? We can find books like we used to and have our little club meeting." I resisted rolling my eyes at my mother. "Is it bad that I want to pretend that you're not growing up? I want my little girl back." Mom chuckled, feigning as if she were about to burst into tears. "You may not see it Lucy, but you've grown so much. It's crazy."