Chapter 4

When awareness returned I was lying flat on my back with hands holding me down, everything was a blur the last thing I remembered was being in the car after my confrontation with Lyall. The thing I couldn’t comprehend was why I was being restrained. I felt as if my body had been hit by a Mac truck and I had no idea why. Forcing my eyes open was like lifting a ton of weights-even though I probably could. All of my brothers were there surrounding me holding me down to the ground, it was strange it sounded like there was a saw being used nearby, that when I turned my head and saw my father about to cut the cast of my arm. As I went to scream a growl emerged from my mouth instead it was then that I realised that everything seemed strangely tinted as if what I saw through my eyes was a dream. I recognised the signs, I was close to changing into my wolf, this had only happened when I had first changed and it was because I didn’t know how to let her out. I opened my eyes again not realising they had closed and found that the cast had been cut off. I looked around at everyone staring at me and started to change in to my wolf. Normally my shift was painless, kind of peaceful like when you just need to let go, this was not the case as my bones cracked and reshaped. My body was full of agonising pain as my limbs shortened and my face elongated into a muzzle. When I had finished I lay panting trying to orient myself. When I was finally ready I stood up on all fours and stared at my blood family, obviously they were astonished and their faces betrayed that emotion when my eyes came to rest on my father though, there was regret in his eyes – regret for me? I didn’t understand he didn’t know me. I growled at them all, then I through my head back and back and sang to the moon. I turned and ran off, sprinting as fast as I could on my legs enjoying the freedom it offered. I spent the night running as fast I could through the half melted snow, drinking from the chilled fresh water river. Then I hunted, I had longed for the hunt ever since I had changed that first time, it was the excitement and predatory instincts when stalking your pray. ************************************************* When I woke up I was lying on the snow covered ground in ripped clothes and covered in blood. I groaned as I sat up, my body was stiff and my muscles ached, a sure sigh I had shifted last night. Hell if that wasn’t a sign the animal blood I was covered in sure was, it smelled like rust and

copper, it was also dried into my skin, hair and clothes. I stood up checking my surroundings, I was sure I was in the forest that lead to my house, but I must have been in the centre because I didn’t recognise my surroundings. “Shit” I said with real emphasis as I started walking North, guessing the direction. I eventually arrived back at the house two hours later with deep cuts all over my feet from being shoeless in a forest, so I was limping quite badly. Not to mention my ripped clothes barely covered me, indecent was pretty much an understatement the way I looked. When I opened the front door I was greeted with angry and relieved looking faces. Just as they were all about to speak I ran past them and headed to the bathroom. There was no way in hell that I was going to endure a lecture without having a shower first. When I re-entered the kitchen everyone was waiting there with angry looks on their faces, no doubt because of the way I had abruptly left them in the kitchen. Ignoring looks that could me in a heart beat, I went and got myself a diet coke out the fridge, and then I quietly sat down at the breakfast bar and waited for the lecture to start. My dad stepped forward with a stern look on his face. “WHY IN THE HELL DIDN’T YOU TELL US?!” he screamed at me, I ringed away and took a swig off my coke. “DON@T YOU IGNORE ME YOUNG LADY! IM YOUR FATHER AND I HAD THE RIGHT TO KNOW!!” jeez he must be really pissed at me, but it was what he said that made me angry, so I stood up and let my anger go. “OH NO YOU DON’T DAD, DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME YOU HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW ABOUT MY LIFE! YOU HAVE KNOWN ME FOR EXACTLY 1 MONTH AND BEFORE THAT YOU HAD SEEN ME TWICE IN 17 YEARS, YOU ONLY HAVE THE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE MY MUM DIED AND YOU WEREN’T EVEN THERE FOR ME, I HAD TO FIND YOU WHEN YOU COULD HAVE FOUND ME, AND YOU KNOW YOU COULD HER MURDER WAS ALL OVER THE PAPER!!!” I screamed at him then I burst into tears, before any one else could say anything I ran past everyone, took the stairs too at a time and slammed the door shut, jumped up onto my bed, curled into a foetal position and began to cry. I could have been lying there for minutes or hours but I had no concept of time. All I knew was that I couldn’t stop crying, it was like when you are in rainstorm and you think that anytime now the rain will stop but it just

keeps on going. After a while I heard the door open and someone pulled me up so I was sitting on their lap wrapped in strong arms, while I cried into their chest. It was then that I heard my fathers soothing voice comforting me. It was the first time that I actually felt close to him, that he was being my father. I don’t know how long we were there for but when my sobs turned to hiccups and then they quieted I was still in my father’s arms, my arms tight around his waist as I fell asleep.

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