You want me to do what now?! {Chapter 15}
Recap:
"You're so pretty." They sang, putting high-pitched, babyish voices on, making me choke/laugh again. Finally I turned to look at James to see he was looking slightly dazed and proud.
"You're so beautiful." I heard James' voice but his lips didn't move and no-one else seemed to hear it. "I'm using the telepathic connection." He informed me in my head. I nodded my now large head and replied.
"This is cool! And you said you didn't think I'd make it!" He just laughed out loud and shook his head. I twirled around, testing out my new limbs. They all watched as I threw back my head and let a triumphant howl fill the night air.
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It had now been two weeks since my change had finished and I was just beginning to get the gist of things. For the first few days transforming had hurt like hell but now it only stung slightly. Being a werewolf had its perks. I was faster, stronger, my senses were enhanced and I loved the way that instead of being a klutz that walked into doors and dropped things every five seconds, I moved with fluidity and grace. I hadn't officially been taken into the pack yet as we still had yet to perform the ceremony but everyone treat me as if I was already one of them.
Despite my present feeling of bliss that was wrapped around me like a silk blanket there was still that little niggling doubt in the back of my mind that, although James had tried his best to reassure me, set me on edge at night or when I had too much time to myself. This doubt was Chris. I still had his god forsaken mark on me, never letting me forget about his departing promise that repeated itself in my brain. He would be back for me. To make it all worse, I couldn't get rid of his mark anytime soon. In the two weeks since my transformation the farthest James and I had gotten was a peck on the cheek and even those were sparing. We couldn't get intimate; my mood swings wouldn't allow it. One minute we would be having a snuggle on the sofa, watching a movie and then next thing you know I'm making a break for the back door, snarling my bloody head off.
James, Calvin, Cole and the rest of the lads were training me to fight and it was going well. So far I could take down David, Jeremy and Mitchell but I was guessing that they were going easy on me considering the death glares that they would all receive from James if they hurt me. I hadn't hung out with many of the females since I got here. Apparently the she-wolves considered themselves extremely superior to me and refused to grace us with their presence. How they could be so different from the lads I had no idea. The girls who weren't snooty bitches were too timid to be out of the house which, according to Ryan is the normal temperament for females around the guys as that's how packs worked. The women were weak and mild so that the men could take a dominating, protective role. So woo-hoo, I was an anomaly yet again. Note heavy sarcasm. The lack of girly presence didn't really bother me though; even before I came here I had never enjoyed a female's presence, instead preferring to knock about with the lads, playing football and rugby, play-fighting.
At the moment I was running through the forest, of course, after informing James of where I was going. He had been extremely possessive and protective lately. I mean, the other day I had ran into a wall, running away from Luke when we were playing tag. When Luke went to help me up James literally growled at him whilst telling him to, I quote "keep his hands the hell off his mate", before chewing him out about "making" me run into a wall. Luke is gay for Christ sakes! Richard says that this was expected behaviour for a werewolf who had found his mate but hadn't sealed the deal if you catch my drift. I tried to put up with it, I really did but sometimes it bugged the shit out of me; cue the mood swings. Yay... not.
