Getting up is not so hard, it's walking around that's the challenge. As I struggle to walk I feel that even the slightest movement is demanding way too much energy. I go down on all fours and start moving around the room in that silly position. It's ridiculous and when a beautiful young girl walks in and laughs I know just how bad I really look. She is the girl from the other night. "I had to get changed, our clothes don't survive the change. What exactly are you doing? Trying to change?"
I look up at her from my pathetic position and nod. I don't really know what she means but I guess it would be a start. Then she smiles again with her killer smile and that's when I feel it. An urge, stronger than anything I ever felt before, pushing into my mind and soul like nothing ever could before.
I don't know what it will do but I give into that urge. And that's when the pain hits me. It's not as bad as when I was stabbed, but it's a strange feeling all the same. I can feel my body shift and then I black out slightly. Next thing I know, I'm looking down a fur-covered nose. I'm a wolf, and not just any kind, a pretty big one. The girl looks at me and says something though I have a hard time understanding her. It's like she is speaking a different language. "Lift up your ears" I heard her yell. I don't even think about that, I just do as I'm told as if it was compulsory. I guess she is used to giving orders or has a special gift for bossing about boys. As soon as I do I hear her much better. "Welcome to the world of wolves, Delta." Okay, she was actually helping me out, nice of her. I'm not going to try and respond. I don't even know if I could in this shape.
The simple fact that I'm a werewolf is already crazy. I mean last week I thought the strangest thing on earth was women and the worst thing that could happen would be to repeat a school year. Yet here I am: turned into a werewolf by a girl, almost dead from a stabbing and I'm actually seriously considering going to hunt some deer right now. Wait what! That just came into my mind! -It's called a pack legacy, we are telepathically linked between biter and bitten- says the girl's voice in my head. That's just plain strange, and why do I feel like hunting?
- Because that's how you get into the pack, you kill a deer for your alpha. But hurry because there are five other deltas going at it and they are not starving-
I don't even ask I just run, the exit path comes to me like a map and within a few seconds I'm outside in a huge park.
The moment I'm out I see that there are many wolves padding around, tending their own business and they hardly notice me. My "Alpha" is telling me to run for the hunt and I do. No need to wait any longer, in the end I'm going to make her happy and bring her fresh meat.
I run towards the forest with no more than a glance over my shoulder. I know what I'm looking for: a big juicy meal for her. There is no point in fussing over it any more; my body seems to know what to do much better than I do. I avoid trees and run past obstacles, jump over streams and duck under outcroppings.
In the end this is more freedom than I've ever had!
The feeling of wind on my fur is magical, entrancing and addictive. I'm so abashed by these new feeling I almost miss the one scent I've been searching: the one of my pray, a large buck-deer. I have no idea how it is that I figure that out by smell alone but I'm one hundred percent sure I'm right about it.
I have never stalked anything before I became a wolf, let alone something like a deer. It's a very strange feeling to be able to visually smell. Well that's what I am calling it; the smell of the deer comes to me almost like a picture.
I really do like this feeling that it gives me: of running after an animal that probably knows I'm here. It smells like fear; it smells like food and it also smells like other wolves are near. I need to hurry up!
