Awakened (Teen Wolf) Book 3

Chapter 14 - Tail

A wolf… Four legs. Tail. Fur. Snout. Canines. Tail. Pointy ears. Paws. Tail. Colour blind eyes. Howl. And did I mention the tail? Everything else was acceptable, but a tail?! It was like growing another limb. I did like the fact that I was a white wolf however.

I had to shake out of my clothes once I transformed, leaving them in pile on the floor of the woods. I tried to shift back, but nothing happened. Nothing.

Of course the only person I could think of that could help (well the other would be Derek, but he caused this crap) was Peter. So I began my run back to his apartment. I tried to drag my clothes along… mainly my shoes, I liked those shoes, but it was too much trouble so I just left them.

I ran, on all fours, to Peter’s and only stopped when I was outside the front door to the apartment building.

Ummm… How do I open the door? How do I explain this to him when I can’t talk? Can I reach the buzzer for his apartment?

Turned out I couldn’t reach the button, but a lovely couple leaving the apartment opened the door. Of course the women screamed when she saw me, but I ignored her and padded past, leaving her boyfriend with a confused and shocked expression. Unfortunately I had to take the stairs. Peter was on the seventh floor…

But I made it to his door. I was thankful it was now very late at night otherwise I would probably being getting dragged away in a wild animal control van. I began scratching at the bottom of the door, hoping he would hear it. After about 3 minutes of scratching and successfully ruining yet another one of his doors did he finally answer. He swung it open and it took about 2 seconds for him to finally look down. I sat there staring up at him, in wolf form.

“What the hell.” He muttered. I let my eyes glow green just to be sure he knew it was me. “Get inside before someone sees you.” He quickly came to his senses. “What happened? Why are you like this?” I barked at him as a reply. Yep, that’s right. I barked. Like a dog, well it came out half a bark and half a howl. And then cocked my head to the side with my eyes pointed. “This is too weird. Shift back so I can get a decent reply.” He said. How am I meant to explain to him that I can’t? I whined and let my front two legs slide in front of me until I was lying down. “Oh. Well unfortunately it was my sister who turned into a full wolf not me, but I came pretty close.” I again cocked my head to the side, “Don’t look at me like that. I know I wasn’t exactly a wolf, but it’s good enough.” I whined again and let my head rest on one of my outstretched legs. “Do you want help or not?” he asked. I stood up and faced him. “Alright then. It’s basically the exact same way you transform from your beta shape, but it needs more focus. More determination. And you need to relax.” He paused for a moment. “You’re not doing anything.” That’s all the advice I get? Relax?!

I had to listen to him, it’s not like I had a choice. One thing did cross my mind, however. I wasn’t wearing clothes. I was not shifting back in front of Peter naked. Na-uh. Not happening. I walked over to the bathroom.

“What are you doing? Why are you going in there?” he asked, following me. I looked up at him and then turned around in a circle as if that was meant to explain something. “You want to chase your tail?” This time I growled. “Well, I’m sorry, this is difficult.” He said, throwing his arms up in the air. I whined again. I started to nudge the door closed with my snout. “Why do you need the bathroom?” I barked/howled. “Okay, fine. Don’t wake the neighbours.” He said as he stood back and closed the door for me.

I took a deep breath and relaxed. I thought of everyone. But only the good things. The times when it was just Stiles, Scott and I. We were human. I thought of my shopping trips with Lydia, and when Allison and I used to text and were friends. I thought of the times when Isaac and I used to sit on the couch eating chips. When my parents were still together and we’d go out for dinner or to the movies or on weekend holiday trips as a family. I thought of my first date with Matt. The times when Erica, Boyd, Isaac and I used to train together on control. I even thought of Derek. When we were together and how when it was just us the supernatural crap seemed to vanish and nothing else mattered. Even Peter.

Then suddenly I was human again. I smiled to myself and stood up. I reached for the door then remembered why I had gone into the bathroom. I quickly grabbed the towel that was hanging up and wrapped it around myself. Then I walked out. Peter stood opposite me, leaning against the wall. “Oh.” He muttered to himself, realising why I went in there.

“This is your fault.”

“How is it my fault?”

“You told me to go and see Derek!”

“I didn’t think this would happen.”

“Well it did and because of it I lost my Gucci shoes!”

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Come on.”

“Where?”

“Bedroom.” Huh? “Do you want clothes or would you rather the towel? I personally prefer the towel, but it’s up to you.” He said with a smirk. Frustrated I marched past him and into the bedroom. I went to the closet and opened up the draw, pulling out a black shirt. “Oh no, you help yourself.”

“You just said…” I stopped when he started smirking. I groaned. I then turned and looked at him expectantly as he simply stared back at me still smiling. “Can you leave while I get changed?” without saying anything he left the room, closing the door behind him. I dropped the towel and slipped on the unbelievable comfortable black button up shirt. I left the room wearing the black shirt, which stopped midway down my thighs. “What is this made out of? Velvet?” I questioned as I sat down on the couch.

“Yep.”

“Wow. Can I keep it?”

“No.”

“I lost Gucci shoes because of you.”

“You ruined my door… again. Here.” He said, handing me a bowl of popcorn.

“What’s this for?”

“We’re watching Bourne Identity.”

“Do I get a say in this?”

“Nope. You’ll like it it’s good.”

“Who’s in it?”

“Matt Damon.”

“I’m in!” I chirped as put my feet up on the table and ate some popcorn. Peter looked at me and then my feet and then at me again. “What?”

“That’s a glass table.” He stated like I was completely insane.

“Alright then.” I replied as I took my feet off the table. A look of triumph crossed his face and then evaporated as I moved my feet to his lap. I completely ignored the look he was giving me and watched Matt Damon on the television feeling very smug.

So... this was a weird chapter to write, haha. What do you  think? 

What's happened with Peter? ;)

Also i have put images or gifs on all of my chapters for this book if you wanted to check them out :)