Becoming Were

Chapter 5

Allison's POV

I wake up screaming, feeling myself being shook. I can feel myself covered in a thick layer of sweat. I gaze up at who woke me up and see Ash staring down at me with a look of concern.

"Wonderland, you were screaming bloody murder." He says, "you woke everyone up."

"What time is it?" I ask.

"Just past nine, but almost everyone is awake now." He replies.

"Where's Derek?" 

"He's downstairs with the guys." Ash says. He looks at me concerned.

"I just had a bad dream, that's all." I say, trying to convince Ash. He looks at me like I have grown two heads.

"You were screaming. SCREAMING!" Ash insists, "What was your dream about?"

I think about telling him the truth about my deepest, darkest nightmares. In which, in one way or another, I am murdering my family. We sit in silence while I think of a lie.

"Look, it doesn't matter," Ash says getting the message, "breakfast is being served so you can get dressed or shower or whatever. Most of the pack is up though, so it will be a bit crowded." I sigh. Great, just what I need. Human interaction. Well, I guess, werewolf interaction.

Ash leaves and looking around my room, I see a door that I find leads to my own bathroom. The walls are a nice peach color and I hop in my shower, using the strawberry shampoo that they have brought from my foster home. I wonder if Judy, my foster mother, even knows where I am. I wonder if she cares. I know for a fact she hasn't even noticed I'm gone.

I get out of the shower and blow dry my hair. I just pin my hair out of my face and then do my makeup which consists of mascara and lip gloss, I then deem myself presentable. I consider just leaving the towel, but think against it because I don't want to drip water all over my carpet. My towel barely covers my butt, and that's when I hold it down low on my chest. Geez, do werewolves use different towels? This will take some time to get used to. 

I walk out of my little bathroom and reach over to grab my clothes, I then go to drop my towel.

"Hey! You must be Allison." A voice says. I scream. The voice screams. I scream. I look at my bed to see a girl, around my age, sitting there. Her hair is blonde like mine, but in a short bob. I can see her eyes are a nice brown color.

I gaze down, seeing that I dropped my towel. I scream, once again and grab it, covering my valuables. The girl looks at my flustered features and laughs, a nice sound.

"Oh right. You know that every time we shift we are left naked, and we are usually among the pack right? That's like-what? I don't know the specifics, but I do know there's a lot of people you will be naked in front of. You get used to it." The unknown girl giggles at my burning cheeks. 

"Um.. right.. um I will be right back." I say and grab my clothes. 

Once I'm dressed in jean shorts and a purple, lacy tank top, with my black-bowed flats, I walk out of my bathroom. Since it's summer break, I'm not particularly worried about dressing to impress. The girl is still there. I notice that she's very pretty and looks like the kind of girl I would befriend, her grin lights up my bedroom when she looks me up and down, silently criticizing my outfit.

"Yup! We can definitely be friends! You have the same fashion sense as me!" She says, excitedly. She's also wearing jean shorts but with a red muscle shirt. Wow, she can tell my whole fashion sense by one outfit?

"Uh," I reply unsure. The girl's eyes suddenly widen and she giggles then stands up and holds out her hand.

"I'm sorry! I completely forgot that you don't really know anyone-including me," She laughs, "My name is Emily." Her smile is so sweet that I don't hesitate for a moment at shaking her hand.