I woke up at the Den. Entangled in a pile of limbs.
I softly groaned, pushing everything off of me. The cool morning air hit me like a truck, making me shiver a bit. Yet, I didn't care.
I got up and walked out of the little cave. My shirt was out there, in tatters and covered in blood.
I sighed, resisting the urge to rub my eyes. I then start walk. I didn't know where, but my mind was just filled with so much noise, that I couldn't care where.
The world spun at moments, even darkening at times. I just continued to walk, till I was at a small stream.
I collapse onto my knees, looking into the water. Something looked back.
My breath froze in my throat, my eyes widening.
Staring at me was something else, their eyes glowing a menacing amber color that held flecks of blue. Their mouth was open with sharp, long fangs hanging out. Their fangs were covered in dried blood, fresh from only a few hours prior.
Yet, they held my face. They had my hair, my eye shape, even my nose.
A shaky hand went up as I only watched the water. I was looking at myself.
I stood up and backed away.
That couldn't have been me... I wasn't a monster. I wasn't a wolf like them!
I touched my face again, feeling the sharp fangs and the stretched skin around my mouth. Then I felt my gums hurting.
I looked back in the water.
The fangs were shrinking back into my gums, my eyes fading back into their usual blue color.
My mind started to race. Questions flowing in and out in a flurry. None of them stood out, none except one.
Is this what I look like when I black out?
The question was cold and yet, I already knew the answer. It wasn't hard to figure it out.
Then the next question happened.
What was I, if I wasn't human?
I turned my head back toward the Den. To my pack.
They were like me, I know they were... One of the other people in Ashton's pack had said something about us smelling off... That we weren't fully human.
I took a deep breath and looked back at my reflection.
The only thing off was the blood around my mouth. And the frighten look in my eyes.
I shook my head and cleaned the blood off my face.
Once cleaned, I started back to my pack. Together, we can figure this out... Together, we'll be safe.

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