Phases

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☽ Brother Dearest ☽

THERE WERE VERY FEW THINGS IN THIS WORLD THAT COULD CATCH me off guard. With the way mom had raised us I was always prepared. Petal had been one of few things, but now I could add Quinton turning into a large wolf as part of it.

There wasn't anything that could've prepared me for that.

All I could do now was gape as I jumped back and landed on the ground. Where Quinton once stood was a large wolf. 

My hands were buried in the grass as I stared wordlessly at the wolf. The wolf was a good four inches taller than the average gray wolf. This made the wolf look massive. On top of the tall height the wolf had a good weight on it as well.

The wolf's eyes were a bright golden color. The fur color on the wolf was a charcoal color with black on the paws and a dash of white on the chest. 

The wolf stood silently in front of me. "What the fuck." I cussed out.

The wolf walked over to me before laying down. I stared at the wolf in shock as the golden eyes peered up at me. I didn't move a singular inch. I was frozen in fear and admiration. For all I know if I move this wolf is going to maul me half to death.

Me moving isn't what got the wolf to move. I remained deathly still unsure of what to do. What exactly do you do when a giant wolf is front of you? All I could do is remain still.

Finally, the wolf stood up. The air shifted around it before bones cracking and fur falling off before Quinton appeared and put his clothes back on. I stared at him speechless.

"Are you down to listen to me now?" Quinton asked.

"You're going to explain that right?" I asked and Quinton nodded as he came over and offered me his hand. Hesitantly I took it and let him pull me up.

"Let's walk, I don't want Petal coming out." Quinton told me as he pointed over towards the edge of the property.

"You're not going to wolf out again, right?" I asked and Quinton smiled.

"No, I'm not going to do that again. I just needed to show you, so you didn't think I was crazy and just running my mouth about imaginary shit and preparing to send me off to the mental institution." Quinton told me with a smile.

I followed him. "How exactly did you do that?" I asked.

"I don't know honestly. Started back in Mesa. Came across this one person out in the city and then a late puberty kicked in. I had the same fever you had. Mood swings doesn't last too long. But it is a bitch. Eventually I ended up shifting. Mom was quite scared, but we managed it." Quinton told me.

"Mom knows?" I asked.

Quinton nodded. "She's who found me. Didn't exactly know what to, but we managed it." Quinton told me and I nodded.

"Is mom the same thing?" I asked.

"No, she doesn't shift. I don't think we got from her. I'm guessing it's from dad, but no one has heard from him in years. I don't even know where to look. Mom doesn't even know what tribe he's from." Quinton responded and I nodded.

"Are you saying this is going to happen to me as well?" I asked.

"Most likely. But you at least can prepare for it, and we now know something is triggering it and not just puberty considering the difference in our ages." Quinton told me.

Quinton is five years older than me. Mesa was from two years ago. "Does it hurt?" I asked.

"The shift?" Quinton asked. I nodded. "Not really. I mean it doesn't feel good at first, but it doesn't necessarily hurt. It's hard to describe but it's nothing like burning or breaking of bones." Quinton told me and I nodded.