Lost Then Found

Run little wolf

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

I've been reading and watching a lot of werewolf related stuff for ideas and have been doing a lot of research as well. I hope that it all pays off and I am able to give you a spectacular story.

I've never actually heard this song till like yesterday and I thought it suited the chapter so here it is. :)

Please enjoy!

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Deep breaths in, deep breaths out. Pulling the curtain to the side slightly I peeked through the rain-splattered window. Still there.

God, if they didn't leave soon I wasn't going to be able to control the shift. Already I could feel my nails had turned into claws and my teeth had extended to razor-sharp canines, even my vision was flickering from colour to the colour spectrum of a wolf. There was just something about them, something that brought the wolf to the surface.

Okay, I just need to calm down, deep breaths in, deep breaths out. My chest rose and fell with each breath, and it was working, but then I looked through the window again, and as soon as I saw his smug, arrogant, annoying face, I lost it.

My entire body began to burn as the shift started taking hold. Shit shit shit, the word reverberated through my mind as I slid down till I sat on the cold wooden floor. Placing my head between my legs, I began my breathing exercise once again in an attempt to calm the beast threatening to break free.

I audibly sighed as I heard the car engine pick up and the sound of gravel as it reversed. Removing my head from between my knees I slowly made my way back up to the window. Pulling the curtain to the side I peeked through the gap at the car and its occupants.

They had indeed reversed and seemed to be leaving, but before they did Quinn turned and once again forest green eyes meet midnight blue. My eyes narrowed, and he smirked before finally turning and driving away, but that single smirk was all it took before I lost all hope of controlling the shift.

I couldn't stop the change once it had begun, but I could slow it down. It would be painful, but I couldn't always control myself in that form especially around people and I couldn't let what happen last time happen again. I had to give them time to get away, otherwise, they might just come face to face with a fully grown pissed-off wolf. I groaned and fell back to the ground as spasms of pain started to rack through my body.

I was in agony, and no matter how hard I tried to repress my whimpers of pain they slipped through my lips. I hadn't felt this much pain in a long time, not since I was twelve and the first shifts began. In the beginning, I'd tried to fight the transformation, but after a week or two of not shifting I became volatile and easily angered. I became dangerous.

In the end, the only way to stay in control and keep my humanity was to shift. After each transformation, the shift became easier, quicker, and less painful, the change taking minutes instead of hours.

Right now, however, with my attempts of slowing the transformation, I felt like that scared twelve-year-old girl all over again. I began to frantically remove my clothing as the heat of my body became too much to bear. I had just removed my jeans when my back arched in agony my mouth opening in a silent scream as my bones began to break and reform. This was usually the time I blacked out from the pain, but I knew I had to get out of the house, trashing the place was so not going to go down well with my foster parents. Luckily they wouldn't be back until later, giving my wolf time to find release and me time to shift back and clean up before they returned.