Time To Change

Chapter 3 ~ Why Can't I Just Be Normal

Silver POV

I walk down the street towards my house while checking out my surroundings. I see a little girl looking happy as ever being pushed by her mom. God how I wish I could've had that. Had a good childhood. Not one filled with endless beatings and being a slave for my old pack. I shake my head as if to rid my morbid thoughts out of my head. The past is the past, might as not dwell on it longer that I already have. Brushing my hair out of my eyes and continuing on,  refusing to look back on what I couldve had and looking at what I have now.

I finally reach my house, which was empty except for me. I go inside and immediately lock the door. Although I might be the demon king (yeah crappy title right? Not what I wished I could be called I'd rather be called The Ultimate Wolf or The Great Wolf but stupid people call people stupid things!) , people still try and kill me. It won't work but they don't have to know that until it's too late. I walk into the kitchen pondering what Im going to make for dinner. After I make up my mind, I gather the ingredients and start cooking.

Once that's done I make myself a plate and go sit down at the dinner table. This is such a routine for me I don't even think about it any more, eating alone is a habit I doubt I will ever break. I mean who in the right mind would live here?

After finishing up and putting everything away. I walk upstairs, I walk to my room plopping down on my California King bed. Yeah I know, such a big bed for one person, but hey I love my big things -ha!- pun intended.

After hours of watching TV I hear a gruesome crack outside my house. Wondering what the hell it is I slowly get put of bed, instantly sprouting wolf ears and a tail. Hey I can't help it, when I go on attack mode my demon comes out but my wolf doesn't like it so he fights and well.. this happens! I feel my eyes bleeding into their  red color as I open my door and look outside.

But.. I never would've guessed. Because what the hell. There is a puppy outside next to a fallen tree. Yeah, its most likely shifter. But they cant be that old. For the next few seconds I stand there debating on whether I should risk my life on the off chance that there would actually be something good that possibly comes out of this predicament. Fuck it, if the pup turns out to be a problem I'll just kill it. I am supposedly the  cold blooded killer after all.

I whistle, letting the shifter know to come inside. I walked in not caring to see if he filed in or not, hey his loss not mine. Once the pup got inside I turned around to watch the little guy sitting there awkwardly as if he had no clue as of what to do next.

"Shift. Now. " I ground out irritated that this shifter was wasting my time while I could be doing other,  more productive things besides sitting here waiting for the shifter to make up their mind.

The pup whined but complied. There stood..