My first shift book 1#

Chapter Thrity three

# Books All in One

As I watched Alex leave for school, I wished more than anything that I could go with him.

I wanted to be normal.

I wanted to get dressed, grab my bag, walk out the door, and pretend last night had never happened.

But I couldn't.

I was stuck here because of my wolf.

I looked down at myself.

There was still blood on my fur.

Tears were still running down my face.

I felt exhausted.

Broken.

But I kept telling myself the same thing.

*I'll be me again.*

I just didn't know when.

How long was I going to be like this?

Would my wolf start coming out more?

Would she want to run outside?

Would she want to hunt?

Would I still be in control?

Or would I slowly become someone—or something—I didn't recognize?

I had so many questions.

And nobody was here to answer them.

I was completely alone downstairs.

Dad had gone out to get more things to help with my scars, something that would help cover them and make them heal faster.

So I stayed on the bed they had made for me.

I tried to get comfortable.

It didn't work.

Everything hurt.

Every time I moved, the pain reminded me of what had happened.

Then I heard the front door open upstairs.

*Dad?*

I waited.

Then I heard bags being dropped.

Something hit the floor.

Then another thing.

"Dad?"

No answer.

I heard footsteps.

Slowly coming closer.

The door to the room opened.

I tried to get up.

Pain shot through my body.

"Ah..."

I couldn't move.

I had no choice.

I had to face whoever was standing there.

A girl walked into the room.

She looked around nervously.

Then she saw me.

"Oh, hi there, dog."

She smiled a little.

She didn't seem scared of me.

She looked at my fur.

Then she noticed the blue.

"I see your owners like blue."

She probably thought my fur had been dyed.