It's been three weeks since the attack in the woods. I have begun to think I am losing my mind. I woke up in my bed the day after the attack and I had just disinfected and wrapped the massive wolf bite on my foot. I woke and it was gone, except the tissue had scared over. I could see the scares of each tooth mark on my foot. I could not believe my own eyes and I went to the clinic and told the doctor what happened, but he said the tissue looked like it had been closed up for at least two years. I was not a human doctor, but I knew plenty about human injuries. My logical brain agreed with his assessment, but I knew that I had not imagined this whole thing.

I pulled my long bright red hair into a messy bun and I began to prepare for class. I opened my drawer and fished out a comfortable long sleeve tee shirt and a loose pair of jeans. I had never been much into the skin tight clothing trends, but now I hated feeling constricted. Thankfully I had no friends in this town, because there was no one walking into my house, when I got mad at my pair of skinny jeans and shredded them. The really weird part is that I just pulled the fabric apart, as if it gave me no resistance.

My pale green eyes looked over my appearance appraising it, I just shrugged and made for my front door. The scents of the forest hit me, as they seemed to do every day since the attack, but it was much more intense today. I felt my blood pound and my body become excited for something. I found myself licking my lips at the scent that was filling my nose. It was a buck, I don't know how I knew it, but it smelled male and juicy.

I wanted to go, what? It's not like I had a damn gun or anything. How exactly was I planning to take down a buck? More to the point, why the hell am I thinking about killing bambi's dad, when I am a few months from being a certified animal doctor? Aside from the wolf that may or may not have attacked me, I have never harmed a living creature. I do not count my fishing hobby either, because that is just natural selection at work there.

I forced myself into my car and I looked up to adjust my rear-view mirror and I hopped in my seat at the sight before me. My pale green eyes, that I had all my life, were now crisp jade and they were faintly glowing. My heart rate shot up and I began to hyperventilate. I scrubbed my hands over my face a few times, as if I could will my eyes to change back. I looked in the mirror again and my eyes were back to normal. Just the plan old pale green I was born with, the color I had inherited from my daddy.

I finally managed to drive myself to class and the smells of the town were still plaguing me. I can smell the garbage cans at the side of my tiny college, but I am all the way at the front door now. I heard the thumping steady all around me, like many bass beats sounding at many different tempos at once. I am gagging as I enter the halls and the perfumes stick in my throat and nose. I can smell the alcohol mixed in so strongly and all the other chemicals, like my nose is breaking down every single layer of every single scent in the building.

I finally find myself overwhelmed and I burst into the bathroom in a blur of desperation, but the scents here just make it worse. I make it into a stall and I begin to heave and heave, the thumping is still all around and I feel like I am going mad! After about ten minutes of heaving and barely hacking anything up, I recover myself enough to clean up in the sink. The water on my face seems to block some of the incoming scent information and I take a gasp of air into my desperate lungs. I feel my veins lighting up on fire again, but even worse than the time I was bitten now. I feel a surge of power come over me and I feel anger churn in me.

I feel warm hands on me and I rip my head around in fear and anger. I was not going to be touched while I felt weak and sick. I was not about to look weak or sick to this intruder! I hear a snarl rip from my throat, like I am just an observer in the matter. I feel my hands burning now, like someone has poured acid on them and I look into the eyes of the one who is in front of me.

The little brunette flinches and her brown eyes light up like a Christmas tree. She takes two steps back and raises her hands in surrender, or submission, I am not really sure which of the two. I hear her speak for the first time.

"Easy there, alpha or not, you cannot just wolf out in the middle of a human building are you crazy!?" Her brown eyes glow brightly and she has a pleading look to her features. She just stands there with her hands up and says nothing for a long moment. Then her scent hits me and I recognize it as canine in flavor, but much muskier and stronger than a dog, or even any timber wolf I have ever smelt. There is an air of raw, primal power about her and it fills her scent. Oddly enough she is the only pleasant scent in the whole damn town right now! I had no idea what the hell was happening to me, but she smells safe to me so in a desperate gambit I decide to talk to her.

"Please... I need... help." I wheezed out and my voice felt strangled by something, like my throat was trying to constrict. The brunette girl nodded and came and wrapped and arm around me.

"Common, let's get you outta her, before you change in front of the humans."

I look at her and stop following for a moment, because that is the second time she has referred to both of us as something other than a human. The young brunette tugs on her sleeve and gives her that sad puppy pleading look again. I follow her and the girl helps me into her Subaru Legacy sedan. I feels her right arm starting to break and she screams in agony. The girl curses under her breath and floors the pedal and we zip out of two in record time.

I vaguely makes out the shape of the massive two story log building that the girl helps me into. I feel my legs give out halfway in the door and then both of my legs snap in the wrong direction and molten pain surges through me and I screams again. I feel like I am being twisted and bent out of shape. My core temperature makes me feel as though I am being held directly under the sun's merciless rays.

Thirty minutes or maybe five hours later, time has already stopped meaning anything to me. I can no longer track time, because time is pain and pain is time now. I am nothing but the sum total of agony made flesh now. I am in the inner most depths of hell and I am either dead or soon to be dead. I coil into a ball of agony and I hear the voices around me now. They are talking, but I cannot make out the words. I hears the little brunette that helped her, now she is arguing with an older female voice.

"...Cannot trust her, she is an unknown..."

"She was changing... she does not even know..."

"No shit little sister, she smells of freshly bitten wolf. Thanks for dropping a damn fresh dominant female into my pack territory. Do you realize what this could do to the pack?"

"I don't give a damn right now Ang. She is suffering and she asked for my help. I will make sure I take her back to her own den in the morning, but you know her first change is going to be hell."

"Fine! Daemon you can give her the damn morphine now."

"Yes alpha, may I monitor her progress through the night?"

Sigh... "Fine, but don't let any of the pack around her. I will take them running in the mountains. You hold your human form as long as the moon will let you Daemon. I don't want a strange she-wolf loose on my territory."

"Yes alpha, I will stay glued to her side."

"I will too Ang." Sigh, "Little sister you're going to be the death of me one of these days, you know that right?"

"I know you have been telling me that for twenty years now, but you are still over three hundred." Growl... "Fine, fine, geeze you are always so testy about your age."

"This is not a puppy Lacy, this is a fucking human turning into a were wolf. You know what happened the last time we let in an outsider, we are still paying for it, and mom did not survive to regret it."

Snarl, "With all due respect ALPHA, you do not get to play the mom card on me, at least you can remember her!"

"Sigh, whatever, Daemon sedate the bitch please and try to keep her the fuck off of my couch."

"Yes, alpha."

I felt something pierce my skin and I whimpered in fear. It felt cold and soon a fog rested on my mind and numbed my racked body. I could seethe brunette girl clutching my furry left arm. I did not have time to ponder why the hell my arm was furry, or what the hell that argument had been about. rPVyAVxYL_