My eyes slowly flicker open and relief floods into me as I take in my surroundings. I am nolonger in the dreaded room with Luke, but in the Canadian mountains. It is sunny, but I have noidea what time it is. My head moves up and
down with Damon‟s steady breathing. He has curled
up into a ball and his shiny silver fur is clumped and matted much like my own fiery red hair, but
that‟s only from sleeping on it for one night. I sit up and run a hand through my hair feeling the
red curls turn to strait blond layers. My daily form change is done and the old me is gone until Iwish to use it. Being a shape shifter has its advantages, but I would give it all away for a life as anormal girl in high school. I would love to go to school for more than just one week, but things
aren‟t that simple for me. I was born into a psychotic family who traded me away to Luke for his
blessing. I never knew my family and I spent most of my time at a castle in the highlands withLuke. When he got me I was two years old, but even then he loved me. On the second day of owning me he turned me into what he was. A shape shifter. He raised me and tried to convince
me that I was special, but didn‟t tell me exactly what I was. He would teach me how to do certain
and I would figure some things out on my own. As I grew older, Luke didn‟t. He stayed
the same seventeen year old boy. As I grew I became stronger than even him and he decided totell me what we were. He kept the details to a minimum, but taught me everything he knew. Heturned me into this
and there was no undoing it.
I sighed and nudged Damon‟s side until he rolled onto his feet groggily and stood up. I stood
up too, but on two legs unlike my wolf friend.
“Nice look today.” He yawns. “If only you
had some descent cloths to wear. You could look
!” Damon says
in his impression of a teenage girl.I giggle and looked down at my cloths. My jeans were ripped in so many places that theycould barely pass as jeans. I ripped the fabric off at my mid thigh to change then into shorts. Itgets to hot in the summer for long pants. My shirt was covered in dirt and blood stains, but therewas nothing I
could do about it. I ware no shoes because they aren‟t necessary, I ru
n faster andmore alert when I have bare feet. Damon smiles his doggy smile and lets his tongue fall out of his mouth to show that he is hungry.
“I‟m gonna go get me some rabbit, you wanna come with?” He asks
. How a wolf picked upslang language, I have no idea. How a wol
f can talk… well, that‟s just one of
those weird thingsLuke taught me.
“Sure, I‟ve got nothing better to do.” I take a few steps back to make some room for the
transformation. I strip down until I am naked
, hide my cloth behind some bush‟s
and changefrom a human to a wolf similar to Damon. He gives me another Wolf-y grin and takes off to the
south. There is a small stream around there and it‟s always heavily populated with animals.That‟s where we will find breakfast. No eggs or pancakes, we eat raw meat from live animal
slike animals do in the wild. I follow him and my four paws thump on the rough ground bellow