Zenith grabbed whatever fit in her small hands. Breads, muffins, a slice of pizza… when she realized just how much she was holding, she blushed and looked at Rhys with a pointed look on her face.
“I’m a growing girl,” she grumbled. “I like to eat, okay?”
(Wrong type of POV. lol.)
Rhys:
I chuckled as I watched her, an amused smile set in my lips. "Don't worry, I'm not judging. We all go through it when we first shift."
(Oh no. I knew something was wrong!)
“I… eat a lot,” I confessed, embarrassed. “Even before I was… Turned. So, if anything, my hunger is multiplied. My fa—“ I stopped, shook my head and did not continue. My father. My beloved parent, the one who raised me. How are you faring, dad? Without me… how are you doing?
(Lol.)
Rhys:
I watched her carefully as she simply froze. She'd started saying something as then just stopped. Like she couldn't even bear to say it.
"I'm sorry about whatever you're thinking about," I murmured quietly, though I knew she heard me with her sensitive ears. "If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here for you. Just so you know."
I bit down on my lip, willing myself to not cry. I had enough of that.
“I’m okay…” I murmured back, setting what I had grabbed down on a large table. I grabbed a piece of bread and took a bite. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
Rhys:
I inspected her carefully, knowing that she was lying but not wanting to push her. After all, we'd barely just started to get to know each other.
"If you're sure," I said softly, nodding once. "Just know that I'm always here if there ever is."
I forced a smile on my face, chewing softly. When I swallowed, I looked at him again. No matter how many times I did, he never failed to look beautiful. It was unfair.
“Aren’t you hungry?” I finally inquired, hoping he hadn’t noticed my staring.
Rhys:
I shrugged, chuckling slightly at myself. In my haste to get ready to help with the wolves, I'd forgotten breakfast.
"I suppose I am. I think I'll just grab myself something quick, though," I admitted, giving her a sheepish smile.
“I think I grabbed too much food,” I murmured, hoping he didn’t feel my heart speed up lightly. I looked down at my pile of food. “I don’t think I can finish this much.” I looked back up expectantly.
I growled in furstration when she didn’t respond. I was completely helpless in this form, with no way to express myself or turn back. To top everything off, I had transformed while wearing clothes, which were currently entangled in my wolfish limbs.
Rhys:
I laughed a little and sat down across from her. “All right, all right… Give me what you don’t want to eat and I’ll finish it for you.”
Sierra:
I chewed on my lip as I watched him. He was tangled up in his own clothes, all fur and cotton and denim. It was quite a sight and would have been funny if I didn’t have a ticked off wolf in front of me that probably wanted to kill me…
“Okay… I don’t know what you want me to say or do to prove that I’m sorry, but I want to help you. Can I come closer so you can be untangled from your clothes?” I asked, tentatively taking a step forward.
I flattened my ears against my head, hackles raising as she took a step forward… but finally, I relented.
Sierra:
I continued taking slow steps forward until I was right in front of him. Moving to his side, I bent down and carefully reached toward him, keeping and eye on him the whole time. Once I had the shirt in my hands, I started to remove it from his strong wolf limbs. A few moments later, it was off.
Rhys:
I laughed a little and sat down across from her. “All right, all right… Give me what you don’t want to eat and I’ll finish it for you.”
I liked his laughter, I realized. Not only was it adorable, but it also sounded strong. I was glad he couldn’t read my mind, because if he could, that would be beyond embarrassing.
I pushed half of what I got towards him, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Maybe I should really tone down what I eat…
Rhys:
“Are you sure you won’t want some of this? Because you did just turn back. It would make sense if you were hungry,” I reminded her, not eating anything yet.
My (albeit weakened) muscles were tense and taut beneath her hands, every primal instinct in me screaming for blood. But I stayed perfectly still, hackles raised, as she continued to disentangle my limbs.
Sierra:
As soon as I finished getting the shirt disentangled from his limbs, I moved back to work on the jeans. They’d split when he transformed, but they were still wrapped around him. I tugged them off of him and put them to the side. When I was finished, I stood up again and backed away.
Rhys:
“Are you sure you won’t want some of this? Because you did just turn back. It would make sense if you were hungry,” I reminded her, not eating anything yet.
“I’m sure,” I promised. “This is enough for me.”
Sierra:
As soon as I finished getting the shirt disentangled from his limbs, I moved back to work on the jeans. They’d split when he transformed, but they were still wrapped around him. I tugged them off of him and put them to the side. When I was finished, I stood up again and backed away.
I struggled to stand, my paws scrabbling for purchase on the damp floorboards beneath him. It was so strange and wrong to feel like this, to have control of four legs and no arms, of a tail and a long snout. It made me want to empty the contents of my stomach.
I took a tentative step forward, but slipped. How the hell was I supposed to do this??
Sierra:
I sighed as I watched him struggling to walk. It would take him a while on his own, but I couldn’t shift to help him. If I could, I would, but… maybe I could the way I was…
“I might be able to help you,” I offered after a moment, my arms wrapped around my stomach. “But I’ll have to touch you for it.”
I growled out a harsh denial. There was no way in hell I was going to let her touch me. The fury inside me increased tenfold, and for the first time since I’d woken up, I thought of my family… and my friends.
What would my father do to me if I returned with this new… *ability? He’d either put a bullet through my head or use me as a weapon, both of which I wanted to avoid at all costs. Would my siblings be afraid of me? I didn’t think that Jamie would, but there was no telling for sure. And what of my friends? Juliet, Marina, Matteo, Andreas, and Leonardo… would they hate me? Turn away? Help my father murder me?
Sierra:
I cringed slightly at the growl. He really did hate me, huh? I suppose I would, too, if I knew who’d turned me. That person had taken me away from my family, made me a monster…
I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. This was getting to be too much to handle. I didn’t know how to deal with this angry wolf/man that hated me with such a passion.
I wanted—needed—to turn back. Growling, I shook myself repeatedly and jabbed my shout towards my clothes, trying to get my message across.
Sierra:
I shook my head at his motion, not understanding it. After a moment, I furrowed my eyebrows.
“You want to turn back?”
Yes. Yes.
I broke out into a series of long, urgent howls to confirm.
Yes, yes, yes.