White Wolf

Birthday Wishes

I look out my window at the red solo cups still lingering in the yard, yet to be cleaned up.

As soon as I got inside when the party was over I was actually tired, I think it was the alcohol. My buzz is gone and I'm left with the reality of my situation. It's 11:29 and I'm bored out of my mind. I have a slight headache but it's getting duller as my wolf heals my aching head. The taste of alcohol still lingers in my mouth and I laugh at the thought of me drinking. I'm not doing that again for a long time.

The pain in my head suddenly goes from dull to sharp and I howl involuntarily in pain. I curse inwardly. I'm going to wake everyone up, not that parents aren't already up talking about me.

I lay down and try to sleep, I stare at the ceiling unsuccessful. "This sucks." I tell myself. Then my feet start aching, as well as my back, neck, hands, arms and legs. Soon my whole body is in a dull pain. I wiggle around in my bed uncomfortably, trying to get the pain to go away. However it only gets worst. My heart beats faster and the pain heightens. It's as if every reaction I have to the pain makes it worse. I sit still in bed groaning in pain, I feel stress sweat on my forehead and It hurts so bad I begin crying without realizing until I taste my tears. Why isn't my wolf doing something. Is my wolf dying? I feel fear course through me and a wave of pain hits me and I wail in the night, praying it will stop, but it doesn't. It's the same pain for 10 minutes straight, maybe not 10 minutes but it feels like it, in reality it has probably only been a few minutes, no breaks. My wolf trys to soothe me. She's right in the front of my mind and wants to take over my brain. Bu- but I can't let her. Something's wrong with me and I have to find out what before I let anyone do anything to me.

11:58 PM

I want to scream in frustration. I curl up in the fetal position and try to think of better times but as soon as my mind slips away the pain comes back sharper. I cry silently, I hate this, I hate it! I cry harder.

I think about the time we were at the town fair when I was 8. We went on the Ferris wheel and I remember being scared because we stopped at the top to let more people on. I clung to my dad's sturdy arm and I felt safe and purely happy and blissful. Not anymore, I'm weighed down with the constant sadness of not having a wolf. Well a lame excuse for one anyway.

I scream out in pain. It burns and stings like a thousand poisoned tipped needles heated in a fire were stuck in me.

Hot tears leave warm trails of water across my face.

I scream as loud as I ever have in my life and my father runs into my room in his pjs, followed by my mom. They're panicked and so am I.

"Shiloh!" I scream at my wolf and she doesn't answer. This is her fault whatever is happening is her fault.

This isn't human.

I scream again as another thousand needles go into my feet and hands.

My parents cover there mouths as they run to me, holding me. They are crying and I can tell they are panicked. My dad uses my phone to try to call someone. I slap the phone out of his hands and it takes all my strength.

"Don't call 911! This isn't human." I choke out.

I cry into them. "What's happening?!" I yell in pain.

"I don't know baby." My mom says crying and my dad stares at my phone in thought for a moment after picking it up.

"I'm calling one of the elders." He says quickly dialing a number.

They draw soothing circles on my back and I look out the window at a crowd of people murmuring things.

I would be embarrassed at the commotion I've caused but there's no time for that as another wave hits my stomach.

I pull away from my parents and hold myself. They scan my body for any indication of what's going on. My father's face lights up and whispers something to my mother who half smiles. She backs away and my father helps me to the floor.

Why would he drag me onto the floor? I Yelp in pain and Shiloh howls as a wave hits my head. I feel a heartbeat in my head.

They stand back with a hopeful look in their eyes. A glimmer I haven't seen in a while. What's going on? What do they know?

An elder runs into my room, something completely unexpected and a little inappropriate. The elders haven't even been in the alpha's room. Yet here one of them is. Elizabeth, she stands next to my parents and talks vigorously trying to get information out of them as to what could be happening.

She runs to me and puts a hand on my sweaty forehead and retracts it immediately before shaking it to cool it off.

Did- did I burn her?

I feel another wave come and I brace myself by curling into the fetal position. I scream the loudest I ever had before. This has to be worse than child birth. If it's not then I can't do this again. It's all about adoption, yes adoption would be nice.

Then my children wouldn't possibly be latent.
My thoughts are ripped from me as white dots cloud my vision and I try to scream, my vocal cords giving out on me and I lay in the floor, screaming in my mind while nothing but a whisper sound comes out before I howl.

I lay, panting on the floor, the pain is gone right now, not even a dull thud. I am scared to move, if I move I will feel pain.

'Thank you God, thank you' I pray to him. Relief washes over me and I slowly lift my head to look at my parents, my head feels heavy, exhaustion. Their faces are shocked, the elder's face is shocked, but she- she looks like she knew this would happen maybe she was the one who told them to drag me onto the floor... well it worked, maybe I just needs to lay on something cold.

My mother faints and my father catches her at the last second while Elizabeth sits down holding her heart before running out of the door. My father's eyes are wide, staring at me. I feel stronger than ever now that the pain is gone and I feel loose. Like this whole time I've been holding something in that wanted to be out and through the pain I guess I released tension and anger.

I stand up, and that's when I realize, I'm not in human form.