Ettore | ✔️

𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

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𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆

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Welma slipped on a pair of gloves before she started to pry the collar off, "it's so odd.. why would a wild wolf have a collar like this around his neck?" The collar looked to be silver and in certain sections, it held what appeared to be hollowed crystal beads that held some sort of plant.

"Welma, what kind of plant do you think that is?" Syretia asked pointing to one of the hollow beads.

"Well if I'm not mistaken it looks like... wolfsbane. How peculiar... Say, Syretia, can you get my bolt cutters?" Syretia left the flashlight with Welma and made her way to Welma's small tool shed, she flipped on the light and snatched up the bolt cutters the moment her eyes landed on them. She quickly ran back to Welma knowing that they only have a matter of time until the pill wore off.

"Here I'll do it," Syretia panted slightly, moving the bolt cutters over the collar. With all the strength she could muster the collar finally busted and fell from Ettore's neck after a couple of tries.

It seemed almost instantaneous the moment the collar fell from his neck Ettore jumped to his feet snarling and barking at them menacingly.

"We got that collar off of you and this is how you repay us!?" Syretia yelled at him. He turned his gaze solely on her and snarled jumping at her. She fell backward, lying completely still as he stood above her. His jowls pulled back in a snarl showing her all of his sharp teeth. He looked even scarier with Welma's shaky hand holding the flashlight pointing it directly at him, the light illuminating his amber eyes.

He took a deep inhale and suddenly his jowls relaxed covering his teeth, his eyes went from wild and predatory to calm and almost loving. Syretia was stunned as she watched the amber in the wolf's eyes swirled to a silver color.

What the fuck, popped into her mind. It was the only thing she could think.

His large head lowered and he pressed his wet snout against her neck taking a deep inhale as though he was trying to memorize her scent.She grabbed at his head trying to shove it away. Syretia looked over at Welma, her eyes flashed from their dim green to yellow.

"Welma?"

She lay petrified as the woman she knew as not only her mentor but her family, let out a growl as her body began to shift and morph, taking on disturbing angles. The sounds of snapping of breaking bones and bones grinding against each other filled her ears, making her cringe and her teeth ache. She couldn't believe her eyes, figuring she must've passed out from fear, she tried to rationalize what was happening. Because now standing in Welma's place was a white wolf that was illuminated by the yellow light coming from the flashlight that lay forgotten on the ground. The white wolf snarled at Ettore baring her teeth as she made her way over to them. She stopped when she shoved Ettore back from Syretia's neck, standing protectively over her while her front paws were on either side of Syretia's head.

Ettore snarled and went to shove her back but she clamped her jaws around his neck right where the injured flesh was. He let out a pained yowl and roughly shook her off, his neck now dripping blood. The white wolf ushered Syretia to get up to her feet and pushed her head against Syretia's back until she was out of the pen. Ettore was left to himself, physically unable to lick his wounds.

Syretia dropped to the ground in front of the white wolf shaking uncontrollably. Her breathing was uneven, her eyes unblinking as she stared at the ground in front of her.

This couldn't be real.

The white wolf yapped at Syretia before she rubbed her face against hers in a comforting, Syretia scrambled away, still freaked out. The wolf approached her slowly, once she got close enough she licked her cheek as if to say, "you're safe now, you're okay." She had a motherly and nurturing aura around her and she ultimately knew that wolf was Welma. She had seen the transformation with her own eyes after all.

"Welma... I knew you were close to the wolves but I didn't realize you were this close," Syretia tried to joke through her sniffling, she couldn't help the tear that escaped her eye. She was still so shaken up from what had happened. The white wolf licked away the tear and tugged on her sweatshirt sleeve. She got up and followed the wolf into the small building and waited as she entered the back room. A few moments later Welma came out dressed in a fresh coral and navy blue poncho and khaki pants.

"Aw, honey come here," Syretia ran into her arms and cried into her shoulder, it was the only way she could let out her emotions at that moment. Confusion, fear and an awful lot of adrenaline were coursing through her thin veins. After a few moments, Welma led her into the back room and made her sit down on the couch. She wiped at her eyes with her sweatshirt sleeves as she watched Welma sit down next to her. Welma waited patiently for Syretia to finish wiping at her eyes before she grasped her hands in hers.

"I suppose I have a lot of explaining to do."