I Guess I'm Stuck Now

Chapter Six

Derek and I walk into the house quickly. He walks up the stairs and I trail behind him. He walks into a room that I'm assuming is his. He grabs two pairs of sweatpants.
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"I assume that these will fit you fairly well. Go change and we can start."

I go into what I'm pretty sure is the bathroom and I slip on the sweatpants. He was right. They fit pretty well. I slip my sweatshirt off over my head and am left with my thick strapped tank top.

I exit the bathroom to see him in a white tank top and matching sweatpants.

"Alright. Follow me." He commands.

I follow him outside, and he stops. He draws a big circle in the dirt, like a fighting ring. He stands on one edge of it, and I stand opposite of him.

"Ding." I say, as if to signal a fight. He smirks, and we walk into the ring.

"Try to take me down," he says.

Haha. He doesn't expect anything from me. But the reality is, I take boxing classes every Thursday and Friday night. So we just circle for a while, until Derek makes the first move.

I fake out to the left and he lunges. I twist right and roundhouse kick him quickly, before he can right himself. I quickly get into fighting stance again.

Derek rights himself, getting into the same position I'm in.

"Okay, so you've already got basic fighting down. Lets try shifting."

"Alright. Shifting. Got it. Wait. How do I do that?"

"Focus on something. Anger normally works the best. Use that focus to change."

"Got it. Thank you, for your painfully generic instructions. I will do my best with that."

I focus on something. I focus on how much better I felt this morning. I focus on how, for the first time in years, I didn't have to wear makeup to cover up bruises. I know that there's something inside me that's begging to be released. So, I release it.

I feel the structure of my face moving a little bit, and my nails are growing into lengthened points. Sweet. And I can feel my teeth growing outwards a bit as well.

Derek looks satisfied by this transformation, and I'm tempted to stop it there. But there's still something begging to be released within me. I let that go, too.

This is much more painful. I hunch over and fall to my hands and knees. I can feel my bones snapping and rearranging in seconds. My face rearranging even more. I hear my clothing ripping.

Derek's face changes from satisfaction to shock.

The pain stops, and I begin to run. Not because I'm scared, but because I'm looking for a mirror, or something to check my reflection. I run into the house, and I search out a mirror.

I find one in Derek's room. It's a full body mirror, so I can see myself fairly well. I'm a huge wolf. My fur is white and gold.

My eyes are a pale green, a couple shades lighter than they are when I'm human. Derek comes in a few seconds later, looking a little worried. He probably thought I was going to destroy everything. I let out a barkish laugh at his facial expression.

"I have something to show you." He says, lowly. He walks outside, so I follow him in my wolf form. Once we get outside, Derek walks behind a tree, and about thirty seconds later, he walks out from behind it as a quite large black wolf. His eyes, instead of their normal green, are now a glowing blue.

He comes up to stand next to me, and we are roughly the same size.

'Wanna race?' I think towards him, taking a leap, guessing on the form of communication.

'Hell yeah!' He responds.

'Awesome!' I take off running. He follows me closely. He gets in front of me. I growl playfully and nip at his back heels.

Derek stops suddenly. I stop immediately after he does.

'What is it?' I ask, hearing crunching and a few voices.

'Hunters. We have to get out of here now, or we're in big trouble.'

We turn around and begin to run away from the people. It seems that we get back to the house in record time. Derek goes behind the tree and comes out as human once more.

"Go up into my room and get redressed. With the hunters out there, I think we're done training for the day."

I go upstairs as a wolf, and Derek stays outside. I assume he trusts me enough. I shut his door behind me and shift back. I slip my sweatshirt and jeans back on. I'll change into something better when I get to Stiles' place.