forum Frozen Moon // a werewolf rp // Private - CLOSED

Started March 28, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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Rhys:

“Well… How long ago were you turned?” I questioned, glancing over at her again.

"A few days," I answered slowly, casting my eyes down again. "Two weeks, maybe? I'm not sure. I spent a few days unconscious, and my conscious days freaking out."

A few days before I turned eighteen. Quite recently. Perfect birthday gift, if I have to say so myself.

Rhys:

I hummed, rubbing the side of my nose in thought. “I’m not sure. Everyone reacts differently. Since you were turned so recently, your shifting is still a little wacky. You could shift right now, even, with little to no warning.”

I didn’t want to shift. Never again. I clenched my fists, remembering the intense pain when I first got bit. The blinding pain as if I was being torn to pieces and stitched back again. Repeating, constantly. It must have gone on for a little while before I lost consciousness, but it felt like years. I didn’t remember anything else. Just the pain.

“I see,” I murmured. “How much longer till we get where you want to take me?”

Rhys:

I looked back down the road and pointed out a medium-sized house with light blue siding and white accents. “See that house? That’s where we’re going. Just another couple of minutes’ walk.”

So many questions brewed in my mind while we walked to the house. Did they have an Alpha and a Luna? How many werewolves were in this pack? Did they have a hunting season like in the myths? Did they have mates? I didn’t think I liked that idea—falling in love with someone without even knowing who they are. I didn’t like possessiveness, so I hoped along with the other myths, the one about mates was false.

And then the final questions that kept coming back. Would I be able to go home, or was I stuck here? Would I be able to see my fa—I immediately cleared that question away. There was no way he’d accept a monster. I feared he would want me dead. Call me nature’s freak. Tell me I wasn’t his daughter, and she was dead.

“Okay,” I answered when I realized I hadn’t said anything. After that, I didn’t know what else to say.

Rhys:

We walked for a moment in silence, and I figured she was just deep in thought. I hoped that she could be comfortable in her own skin again some day, like most of us were. Some people just didn't take well to the change, but I really hoped that she would.

"Did you have any other questions?" I murmured gently, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye.

I snapped out of the depressing thoughts and instead shook my head.

“No, I don’t,” I replied, heaving a tired sigh. “Thank you for helping me again, Rhys.”

Rhys:

I nodded once and smiled over at her again. "It's no problem. I'm always glad to help," I assured her gently. "Ah, we're here. C'mon in."

I looked at the pretty house and as I entered, I felt like an outsider. It didn’t feel like home. I looked around hesitantly, biting down on my lip.

“It’s spacious,” I noted, trying not to look at the beautiful sculptured face of the werewolf beside me.

Rhys:

"Yeah, it's meant to be able to hold both wolves and humans alike, so they had to accommodate for that when they were building it," I explained with a glance around the room.

"Rhys! Hey, we need your help," a young woman called from farther inside the house. She stepped out to reveal long blonde hair and dark brown eyes set in a face of tanned skin. "Sierra hasn't shifted back into a human yet, and Daniel just said he saw her hunting in the woods a while ago. He said she was stalking someone, a man I think he said. Could you go check it out? I can help with her, if that okay."

My eyes widened at Rhys. I didn’t want him to leave me alone like this, but I couldn’t hoard him to myself, so I pretended it didn’t bother me.

But the second he walked away, the air felt constricted. I felt suffocated. Panic, I recognized the feeling. My throat clogged up and then I felt it—the icy blood roaring through my vains, scratches in my head, pounding on my body. Pain, unrealistic pain tore through me and I bit back a scream, doubling over as I felt the change. Fur growing, growls and snarls escaping my lips, teeth growing and sharpening, claws appearing, arms and hands turning to paws.

I felt as much of a monster as I was.

I shifted, my head pounding, eyes burning when I finally opened them. I blinked lightly, my vision clearing. With my enhanced senses, I could hear the comfortable sound of a heartbeat, uneven breathing, blood roaring. I could smell pine, and and—I shot up quickly, eyes wide in alarm. Next to me was a man. He slept, but his sleep seemed to be restless. He seemed to be muscular, but…

I immediately pulled away, but I didn’t realize I wasn’t exactly on the floor. I fell to the floor with a thud.