Shifting always comes with a level of discomfort. It’s unavoidable, considering the changes to your body. I’m good at mine, so the sound of my bones cracking and muscles shifting is minimal compared to the stalker.I was prepared to fight without transforming. But since the stink decided to pull out his wolf first, well. You don’t fight a wolf in human form unless you’re okay with having 42 very sharp knives coming for your very unprotected neck.Instead of a half-shift, he becomes a scrawny 4-foot-5 wolf with graying, crinkled fur. I have a size advantage at 4-foot-8. I can’t take that for granted, though.The stalker charges at me with a snarl, and I growl right back, keeping my ground.I dodge to the right, his teeth clacking as he misses. A swift turn, and I’m jumping at his back. It’s surprisingly easy to sink my teeth into his shoulder.But his skin’s tough. Hard to break through. I shake my head to try to force my teeth in.He yowls and twists, finally dislodging me before jump
While I accepted Alex’s invitation happily at the time, once I get home, my eyes truly open.There’s no way any of my current clothes will be good enough for me to wear to this dance. It’s supposed to be black-tie optional, not semi-casual, and just about all my clothes are semi-trash. The outfit I managed to put together for the movie was basically fool’s luck, but that’s entirely too casual for this dinner party.I realize, with startling clarity, that there’s no way I can go when I’ll be so severely underdressed.I start to panic a bit, emptying out my closet. Maybe there’s some magical dress or something I haven’t worn in a long time? Maybe it’s tucked away, like, from a funeral or something…No, actually. Since Mom and I got ousted from the family, we’ve had no funerals to go to. So I can’t even put on a black ensemble and act like it’s black-tie optional and not meant for the dead.I’m truly shit out of luck.“Hhhhaaaaagh…”Okay. Okay.Calm down, me. Maybe I can fit my mom’s clo
So, I go to look for a dress. Quite a number of them are very pretty.When I hold them up in front of me, it still feels weird to look at myself and imagine me in them. But…I do want to try them on.However, the price tag is simply too much. Even the seemingly simple ones are $138 to rent, which leaves me overbudget and unable to get literally anything else for this party. Since I’ve no intent to buy, I feel like it’d be a bad idea to try them on.Meanwhile, Hailey finds her dream dress. It’s still royal blue, but instead of airy sleeves, they’re lace and skin-tight. It’s Queen Anne neckline looks great against her skin, and somehow, this dress seems to completely ignore her tennis shoes.“Yes,” she proclaims. “This is definitely the one.”Seeing her in the dress, my heart burns with jealousy. But, that just motivates me, making me want to look just as nice if I can.But, of course, nothing is in my budget still. I even finally admit it to Hailey, and she helps me look around for some
Mom puts makeup on my face carefully since I’m not used to doing it myself yet. With a last flourish, she finishes my eyeliner and takes a look.“Perfect. I’ll add a little blush and mascara, then put on the cover spray. Remember not to get your face wet afterward if you can help it.”She finishes a little bit later, then takes off the towel we used to protect my dress. I hear her step back, but then she stops moving.My eyes blink open after a bit, ready to ask what was wrong. It’s strange seeing her without my curtain of my bangs since they’re pinned to the side with a homemade rose hairpin.She’s just standing there, a hand to her lips as she gazes down at me with watery eyes.“Oh, honey...”Mom insisted on paying for me to have my hair done before the party. Since it would be something that lasts longer than a dress, I decided it was okay. So, just a few hours earlier, three women at a salon worked hard to tame my wild hair into something much less hectic.They cut my bangs shorte
“Hey, Alex?”“Hmm?”He drives me home later that night, both of us seeming a bit weighed down with tiredness. Still, he has his full attention on the road, though he only uses one hand.“Did you know Oliver wasss cheating on me?”He pauses for a moment. “Hmm?”“When we first met, you sssaid to go to the parrr-party. So, I went and found Oliver therrre. Did you tell me to go because you knew?”“Ah…yeah. ‘Bout that,” he murmurs, his brows scrunching. “I didn’t know you two were dating at first until you said it then. I did know he was hanging around Danielle and they were kissing, though. So, I put two-and-two together. Still…ah, telling you like that wasn’t a good idea.”He glances at me quickly.“I’m sorry.”But I shake my head.“I forrrgive you. If you hadn’t told me, I would’ve thought he wasss—still being good to me.”“Mm.”“You could’ve been less of an assshole about it, though.”“Hah, yeah.”He drives us back to my place, parking. We sit in silence for a moment, then he turns to
Once Alex and the others are off the ice and out their hockey fits, Hailey and I are amongst the people eager to congratulate them.I’m still so hopped up on excitement that the instant I see him, I’m running toward him. He sees me in return, and with that happy grin on his face, he opens his arms. I jump up into them, hugging him around his neck as he spins me around.I’m deaf to anything or anyone else around me, hugging him close as our hearts beat in tandem. Once he stops spinning, I just back up a bit to look at his eyes. Just as I expected, those flecks of gold are gleaming brightly.I don’t even really realize it when I lean in for a kiss, the taste of his tongue savory against my own.We’re so close, we share the same breaths when our kiss finally breaks. His forehead rests against my own as he puts me down.“…Haha, I won,” he chuckles.“Obviousssly, dummy.”It’s only then that I hear the playful taunting from his teammates. But even though it’s embarrassing, I don’t back away
I can’t believe it.I can’t fucking believe it.My hands clench tightly on my steering wheel as I head home, half-eaten bread and butter in my buckled-in takeout box. It’s almost too hard to see the road with how much I’m crying.Am I a fool? Is my life just a big joke to make fun of without letting me in on it?Like, did I do something to deserve this?I just can’t wrap my head ar
My anger has turned into discomfort and anxiety, no longer enraged by Alex standing me up. While it does hurt, I’m starting to think that there may be more to it than I’d expected.When Hailey returns with Lenard, my slowly spiraling thoughts only get worse.“He had a weird look on his face, then kinda walked off. When I went to find him, he was on his phone. Something about him seemed…I dunno. Like, kinda freaked out. He covered it up when he noticed me, but I saw it. And then he said he had to go and told the rest of us to have fun.”“Why didn&