Not His'

Chapter 10

"I still don't believe that you're a werewolf..." Jenice muttered from the front seat of the car as she slouched on her seat, "I mean, I get it that she doesn't have the scent of a Mundane, yet–"

"Mundane? W-what's that supposed to be?" I quirked up and Eliot was the one who is elited to answer as he looked from the rear view mirror–see? I'm learning things already.

That is by throwing questions every second of the ride...

"humans, that's what we call them. It basically means being ordinary to the point thay their way of living is as-if being scripted and without twist, so...Mundane"

"why you dogs name them so difficult, when you can just call them Mortals?" I question, and Jenice snorted out a laugh.

"mortals? That's like from centuries ago of how we call them." she responded as her laugh boomed the entire vehicle.

"but that's still what we call them..." I muttered, then Jenice asked Eliot in a stage whisper to break the deafening silence.

"it's you who insisted on bringing her with us, how come are you so sure that you're not putting yourself in danger and our pack?" she blurted.

"she doesn't smell like Mundane, and she's far too be a Hunter, other than that, those are only the mythical creatures we've known, so she's one of us..." Eliot said without hussle as he casually turned the wheel causing the vehicle to gently take a sharp turn.

" she may not smell like us, but she is somewhat similar to our scent" he addrd and I can see Jenice snap on her own seat, yet she conceal it in.

Jenice turned to me as she rose her one brow and I gulped my saliva as I felt myself being placed in an awkward situation "are you?"

"as I said before, I am..." I silently trailed.

"then show us" she suddenly said and I noticed how Eliot took a quick glance from the rear view mirror, "shift" she added. I sat idly on the same smelly seat. I pursed my full lips as I keep both of my hands behind my back–a mechanism of mine whenever I get nervous.

I might feel a little uncomfortable that someone is forcing me to shift just because they don't trust me for being one of them. Also, I am unsure how will they react if they saw my wolf in an......unusual shape.

"do I have to?" I quivered.

"you would if you can, but what's stopping you if you can?"

"that literally made no sense" Eliot interjected causing Jenice to nudge him on his stomach. The vehicle swiveled for a moment but neither Jenice and I was affected of the sudden motion. After Eliot made out a low grunt, Jenice again turned to me and gave me an expecting gaze. "so...?"

I took a deep breath and shuffled on my seat. I closed my eyes and focused how my wolf looked like:

Her fur that had the same shade of my hair, her doe blue eyes that is so similar to mine. Her stance stood proudly in the middle of darkness, and her thick coat swayed from a stray breeze, and her existence gave out some foreign demeanour.

Inside my head, I saw my wolf between the darkness sitting in the corner, as-if waiting for me.

She stood up, and took gentle strides towards me. She welcomed me as I envelope her with my own warmth. We belong with each other, ans nothing can top that. Her smell lingers in every corner of my body as I hug her coat tightly. Once I opened my eyes, everything is in different angle. I see everything in large size, but not as large as how Jenice looled at me as her mouth left in agape.