Wolfish Affection (UNDERGOING HUGE AMOUNTS OF EDITING)

Prolouge - Frances

All I did was eat one piece of lettuce. What did I do to deserve this?! My body was on fire, then I cooled down. After that, I was warm again and my temperature started to regulate, so I felt better. I looked down at my hands and saw that they weren't hands anymore. It had happened again and there was nothing I could do to stop this hideous transformation. I stood up and shook off my coat. Yeah, I said my coat. Normally,when you hear the word coat you see a massive thing that your mom's forced you into, consequently making you look fatter than you actually are. But my coat's different. It covers every part of my body and keeps me so warm that I don't need clothes. O.K, so right now, you're probably thinking, that's weird, when she's got this magic coat on, she doesn't need clothes. But I forgot the most important thing about me and my coat: when I'm wearing it, I'm also a wolf.

One - Frances

Yeah, I said it. I'm a wolf. I was Frances King, but I can only be her until my wolf side gets the better of me. 'Getting the better of me' translates as needing to eat. Before I changed, my favourite food was a pasta bake, but now, in this new life, I can't stomach human food. Only wolf food, which means lots raw meat: deer, cows, sheep, almost anything large enough for me to take down. I've been at this for about three weeks, and it gets worse every time. Once all the dry mud and leaves were free from my pelt, I examined my surroundings, scenting the air and looking for any traces of prey. I heard something approaching and my head snapped to attention, my body tensing, ready for a fight and if I had to: kill. Kill and eat, because I was that hungry. Stalking proudly into the clearing were four wolves: one grey with imposing brown eyes, one sandy with dark hazel eyes, one chocolate brown with bright green eyes like mine, and the fourth, a jet black coat, and clear blue eyes. I'm the fifth member of the pack: a dark red pelt and green eyes.

You did well to make it to the woods this time. Nick's voice echoed through my mind. As wolves, we have a funny way of communicating: we think what we want to say and that is then projected into the minds of the rest of the pack. I looked across the clearing at the other wolf with green eyes: Jack, my little brother.

Mom wants you to come home Jack. She misses you. I whispered in my mind.

Yeah? Well, I'm not coming home, not now, not ever! He snapped.

Guys !Nick shouted. Now's not the time! We've got more pressing matters to deal with!

Rigt now Nick, my family is the only thing that matters. I snarled, a growl escaping my lips, my teeth were bared.

Fran, Nick! Cool it! The sandy wolf snapped. Don't we have other things to deal with?

Nick's broad shoulders sagged. It involves the whole pack, but it looks like Jack and Fran have their own problems. And with that, he turned and walked back into the forest.

Well done guys. The sandy wolf snarled. He also turned and headed after Nick. Jack followed his example and stalked off in the oppisite direction, to Nick. That left me and the black wolf alone in the clearing.

What're you gawking at?! I snapped at the black wolf. I then too ran off, staright ahead, looking for my next meal.

Two - Taylor

What're you gawking at?!

That was the first thing Fran had ever said to me. All those years I'd spent, waiting for her to change. Even as a wolf, she was beautiful. A dark red coat that was the same colour as a glass of red wine, and sparkling green eyes. She wasn't the tallest or the biggest in the pack, but she was lean, muscular, built for running and hunting: just like a true wolf.