Two days have come since my aunt visited and now here we are. On the last day before the truth is revealed. I sit in the dark, alone, on the last night before the eclipse. Waiting on dawn so I can once again take the form of my wolf.
I feel like I failed her. I was long gone. I let those ....savages take her and beat her, again. I am not worthy of whatever feelings she has for me. Tears make tracks down my face and land on my lap. I let them out and let the doom settle around me.
Hours later the dark recedes as the light take over.
I pause in my pity and close my eyes waiting, taking in the muffled noises of the early morning.
Meanwhile, a rustling can be heard behind the wall I am leaning on, bringing me out of my sorrow.
Two delicate feet land on the planked floor, taking slow hesitant steps toward the door.
I cant move, thinking any moment she could walk through that door and see me, or that the sun light can hit my skin and I'll crumple on to four legs until the eclipse.
I plead in a low whisper, "Please hurry. Please, please hurry," not sure which one I am asking for, just one to happen and put me out of my misery.
As the front door opens, she steps out slowly and looks left first before looking my way. Her face turns and I see a serenity has settled somewhere inside her.
Thank you for letting her wake.
Her hand goes up to shield her eyes, and it's then that I see how close the sun is to me. I want to pull her to me for just a second before I can feel the tingle go up my spine and I'm encompassed by fur and on all fours.
Just a few more hours.
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The Cabin, the Woods, and the Wolf #watty2016
Про оборотнейWaking up in a place she doesn't know. Remembering vague details about she got there. Lastly there is the fact she is being held in the cabin by a massive wolf, who shows when he wants or when she is about to escape back to her own miserable house...
