Too Early

Chapter 1

Soon. Soon us youngsters will start our first shift. I can't hide the fact that I'm was scared, no, terrified.

My biology teacher explained to our class how every wolf-born child at the age of 15 goes through their first shift, apparently it is the most painful shift any werewolf has and will experience. I remember sitting in my seat literally shitting myself from fear, my body doesn't take pain well even a single pinch hurts like a bitch.

2 more months until the oh-so-famous Blue Full Moon will force our wolves out and make us change, I'm dreading the day it will come. My older brother underwent his transformation last year, I remember hearing his cries as I stayed outside his chamber, waiting for the moment he left to comfort him and ask him questions.

2 more months until I feel every bone in my body breaking, skin tearing, heat rising. Sight, hearing, strength, smell and speed will all be heightened immediately at the beginning, finally I will be able to hear my crush walking into the room. Creepy I know, but I won't be able to help it, once I find a guy I like, I'm obsessed. Literally! You see, he is the son of the alpha in my pack (the high school I go to is my packs school so everyone in my packs goes here) which means he is more muscular, more smarter and defiantly more hotter than any other male wolf. Unlike me, Azrail is older by a year meaning he already went through his shift. I've always had a certain connection to him, and I know he feels it too. We talk from time to time but whenever we do, I always stutter like crazy, he says he finds it cute how I do that, whenever I hear them deep words leave his mouth my ovaries explode and a blush blooms on my face.

I'd catch his eye or he would catch mine, yet again making me blush. I remember saying that I loved him but I soon learnt that love doesn't exist, no matter if you find a mate or not. Love just seems like such a fairy-tale and fake thing that I never believe anyone when they say they are in love.

Sitting in textiles planning out my finale piece for the year, I hear the bell ringing, indicating this period is over and to start heading to the cafeteria. Walking up to my best friend Faith, I help her pack away her paper stencils. "Can you line up with me? I hate lining up all by myself for lunch," giving her a quick glance after putting everything in her plastic pack. "Nope, I can't be asked, just go with Emily." Groaning, I go up to Emily and hook her arm around my own and proceed to walk out of the class room, "you, my friend, are lining up with me to get food. By the way you have no option but to come with me so there's no point arguing." Laughing at the shocked face she has and started running to the hall with her behind me.

After buying a ham and cheese panini, chocolate brownie and a bottle of water I take a seat at the table Katie saved us at the back corner. "What's up fuckers, missed me much?" I greet everyone, taking a bite out of the panini, moaning quietly at the heavenly goodness. "Not really,  Claire over here said you must have had a KitKat with Emily since you two have been gone for so long," everyone started laughing as I sit here glaring at Katie, "actually I left class a little later after helping Faith and Emily lined up with me and the queue was just really long, we didn't go to the toilet and have a KitKat." After my little statement, I decided to ignore everything and everyone, putting my mind towards the tasty panini.

20 minutes later the bell for 5th period starts ringing, getting up and putting my backpack on I head towards art with Katie by my side. "So, what do you think we will be doing today?" Thinking about her question I answer, "honestly, I have no idea, we always do something different every lesson." She nods her head quietly. Entering the classroom, we split ways to sit in our designated seats, me at the back and Katie at the front. Yes, we have a seating plan. Welcome to schools in Great Britain.

Everyone around me are being loud and annoying, rolling my eyes I take out my sketchbook and pencils and start to sketch out a boys face I had in a dream last night. After what seems like forever, I look up at the clock at the front of the class and realise it has only been 15 minutes, groaning I continue drawing, ignoring the pain in my stomach.

For what must have been 5 minutes later, I start feeling really sick. Putting my hand up, my art teacher came up to my desk. "Whats wrong Pandora?" Keeping my head down I whisper, "I feel really sick, can I go to the toilet?" Hearing her gasp she urges me to leave and come back once I feel better. Standing up, I feel everyone's eyes on me until I start running towards the toilets, locking the door, just about making it to the toilet I feel bile rising rapidly up my throat and leaving my mouth with a sickening sound. Panting, I look up to the mirror and see my eyes a golden yellow. 

No this can't be happening.

Feeling my heart rate picking up I try to unlock the door with shaky hands, once it's open I dash towards the closest classroom. Not bothering to knock I barge into the lesson, interrupting it. "P-please help me, PLEASE!" Frantically looking for the teacher I meet the eyes of a certain boy, Azrail. "Pandora care to explain whats wrong?" Mr. Birling questions. "I'm shifting! I need help, please sir!" Pain. Pain erupts in the chest. Crying out, I fall on my knees, begging for help. "Sir! p-please!" Hearing him running up to me, I lift up my head, my tearful face reformed in pain, "oh my God, we need to take you to the chambers, I will pick you up OK?" 

Jeez, teachers ask too many questions.

Unable to answer I cry out again, rolling onto my side, clutching my throbbing chest. The feel of arms picking me up makes me scream in agony, "NO NO! AZRAIL! HELP ME!" The teachers touch sent a wave of torturous pain, my instincts told me to call out for Azrail. I'm put into another's persons arms, instantly I clutch onto their shirt, rivers pooling out of my eyes. My body is shaking as they walk down the halls, my mind is racing with hundreds of thoughts a second, pain spreads out to my legs and arms, now I'm screaming uncontrollably. "It'll all be over soon, it's OK I'm here with you." His voice is gentle, quite soothing, my nerves die down a little but the pain becomes worse. Hearing Azrail opening a door, im put down on a soft surface but the softness was soon replaced with itching. Tearing off my blazer, I try to pull of my shoes and socks, my trembling hands help little with the situation. 

"Here let me help you," Azrail takes off my socks but hesitates for a second and slowly starts prying off my trousers. I couldn't care less about the situation, all I want is for the clothes to come off and the itch to go away.

Buzzing. All I can hear is buzzing, my vision is slowly becoming all a blur. In the direction of the door I see people rushing in, normal talking becomes shouting as I drown in a cold liquid. Water. My body heat is rising but the water does absolutely nothing, Azrail's growls fill the air as I see my father trying to drag him out the chamber, he thrashes and shouts my name but all I can do is lay in pain.

I cry out, scream, try to wiggle out of a persons arms, "baby girl it's OK, it's going to be OK I promise." My mothers voice rings around me. Acid leaves my mouth again as the taste stings my tongue. A single phrase hits me hard as a blanket of darkness drapes over me, my senses seem to cease, darkness is all I see.

"SHE'S MINE!"

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