Mated, Engaged, and In Love With Three Different Wolves

9: Run

Chapter Nine: Run

I estimate it has been at least two months since I have shifted into my wolf body. I didn't realize how much I've missed it until I got out here.

It was not as painful as I'd predicted. It hurt about as much as cracking all of your bones at once.

You see, when a werewolf does not shift into his wolf form for a while, it's almost like their wolf bodies are stiff. So when you break into it after a long time, it's almost like waking up from a coma. But the first time is indubitably the worst. Your body feels like it's falling apart and then all at once you are yanked back together into a new, very odd form.

I remember the Elders worrying that I wouldn't transform at all, since I take after my human mother so much. Yes, I have her bright blue eyes and straight, brown hair, although hers was never as long as mine is, and most importantly I have her small, weak body. But luckily I have a lot of my dad in me too, and I shifted for the first time when I was only nine, which is early for a werewolf, especially a female, to transform. But for an Alpha's child, it is anticipated.

I used to run all over the territory. Sometimes even three or four times a week. The Betas used to run with me. I'm only now realizing how slow they must have gone for me, compared to their natural speed I could never compete with. Even now I know I couldn't outrun any of them, as much as I would try.

Surprisingly, I cannot sense anyone near as my paws pound beneath me. I know that I am small, even in wolf form, but right now I feel very powerful. I feel like I could take on anybody. Not that any reasonable person would be intimidated by my small, chocolate colored wolf.

I almost wish there were a deer around.  I know that we can survive off of hunting; we don't need human food to live. Some of our pack members have tried it for a while on long trips. They stay as wolves for weeks and live off of the animals they can kill. I've never had the opportunity, but they said it was really interesting. A lot of them liked the animal side taking over.

As I pass the trail that would lead to the Banyan tree, I think of Cody. That's the last place I saw him before all of this craziness started. I need to see him so badly, at least to explain what's happening. I can't imagine what he's thinking and feeling.

The more I think about it the more I realize that now is the perfect time. I stop running abruptly, digging my paws into the ground, and listen very carefully to my surroundings. I hear tiny insects crawling in the grass, the wind in the trees. Somewhere far away, I can hear cars on a road. But no voices, no footsteps near me. Nobody is following or watching me. Why not? Do they really trust me? I guess Levi and my father would figure out if I never went the Elders'; I'm sure they'd rat me out on that. But if I went just a little later?

I could get to Cody's house in less than ten minutes. But then what? I'd lose the little trust I've earned. Is it worth it? Cody might not even be home. I stomp my paw into the dirt and rip my claws through it. I really just want to dig a big hole. That would be so relieving. But I can't do that, and I can't run off to find Cody. Not now, I decide. There is a reason I felt compelled to see the Elders, and I have to go find out what it is.

I wine a little as I start my run again. They better have some good stuff to tell me.

As I near the Elders' corner of the territory I can start to see their small abodes. Tiny, wooden houses meant for no more than two or three people, built by the elders themselves when they were much younger. Eleazar sits in a rocking chair on his front porch. He watches me trot behind my grandfather's house. I wonder if they knew I was coming. I go into the thick forest a few yards and shift. I feel very safe doing so; I know no one would dare to spy on the alpha's daughter as she shifts, especially not any Elders.

I'm crouched on the ground, completely naked. I untie the loose wire around my ankle, freeing my clothes. This is how most wolves travel short distances. We either tie clothing around our feet or hands or carry it in our mouths. Obviously, if a wolf shifts suddenly while fully clothed, the fabric will be shredded and they will be left naked whenever they want to shift back. That's only happened to me a few times, and believe me it is absolutely humiliating. Even though there are less female wolves, I still think men do it more often. 

I put my shorts and T-shirt on quickly, not here to impress anybody; I didn't bother to bring any shoes. When I'm appropriate, I get up and exit the woods to greet the source of the real power of the pack.

A/N:

This was a short chapter, I know, I'm sorry. But it was on purpose. The story picks up from here. Hang on, lol.

Also, I posted a picture to represent sort of what Diana is meant to look like. The problem is that Diana is actually a fictional character, whom I have made up. She is white, fairly thin, and has blue eyes and brown hair. There are not many pictures that fit, but I feel like I've described her well anyway in the text. But since you guys wanted a picture, here ya go. You can really imagine her however you want. Thanks for the love *kisses*

Happy Spring Break!