"Hey!" A voice called from behind the teenage girl. The girl stopped to let the person catch up. "You're Anna, right?" The person -male- asked through huffed breaths.
The girl bit her lip and took a deep breath in.
"Anais." She corrected, turning and pushing a long, wavy strand of strawberry blonde hair behind her ear.
"Oh-! Sorry then. I'm Emory! Could I... could I maybe call you Anna? It's what Atlas calls you right? He told me to tell you that-" he didn't have time to finish his rapid speech.
"I really don't care what Atlas has to say. If he wants to talk, tell him that. M'kay? " Anais responded, sounding convivial towards the end.
"O-o-okay. I'll tell him. See ya, Anna." Emory replied before dashing off towards classroom 1-c, English.
Anais pauses to think of what Atlas could be doing in the sophomore english classroom.
She then decided she didn't care, it wasn't about her anyway.
She pulled the straps of her white, black striped backpack farther over her shoulders and looked up at the clouded sky.
She breathed in.
The time is coming.
Almost instinctively, Anais zipped up her hoodie all the way, just before a gust of wind blew her hair out in front of her.
She shivered.
Luckily, it wasn't quite the time when she would have to worry about shifting because of the winter, or the cold.
•Anais•
I enjoyed my last months of human skin.
Of my human body.
I would miss everything I could touch or hear, remember.
My mind as a wolf would be cloudy, and strange.
Far more alien than any dream.
I wouldn't be human anymore.
And all I would ever see, would be the woods.
The white snow, the red bark.
The dead pine needles.
My heart throbbed with longing. But then I realized that there would be new wolves to our small pack.
I sat under a redwood tree.
My cold fingers reached into my jacket pocket for my phone.
Rubbing my fingers around the smooth edge of the phone case, I almost forget what I need to do.
I stared at the numbers on the screen. White against the black.
I waited.
Waited until the click.
The noise that the phone made when the caller picks up.
In my best"Atlas."
YOU ARE READING
cold.
Werewolf"I-I'm sorry... i-it's too cold here." And she dropped to the ground, clutching her stomach. And almost in an instant, her human skin disappeared, leaving the white wolf in her place.
