"What am I to do mother" I buried my face in the couch pillow and sobbed.

"Darling never mind that. He saw you fight in your human form right? I'm sure that's good enough." She took a sip of hot cocoa from her mug.

I raised my head and looked straight at mother. Hadn't she been listening? "No mother! He said he would finalise based on our performances tomorrow!"

"Well there's nothing we can do about that then."

I whined and buried my head back in the pillow.

I stood up from the couch and left for my room. "I'm off to bed."

"Wait dear. You haven't taken your medicine yet." She got off the couch to go get it.

"No mother. I don't want it. Not tonight. It has never made a difference and it won't start now." I stomped up the stairs and into my room.

I flopped onto my bed and sobbed into the sheets. I don't understand. I wasn't wolf less. That I knew because I could growl, extend my claws, have super strength, speed, hearing and smell. Like every other werewolf.

But I'm eighteen and haven't shifted yet. I've had some hints though.

One time, I heard a faint voice in my head. I was sure it was my wolf and it was trying to tell me something but it sounded really weak. I rushed to tell mother and she gave me the medicine but the voice left and never came back.

There was also a day I woke up to a burning pain in my arm. It was so bad and kept getting worse. It felt like my arm was on fire and then it snapped. I screamed and my window, lamp, bulb and every other glass broke but ever since I was child, that always happens when I'm really mad or in a lot of pain.

Then fur sprouted out of my arm. I was in so much pain that everything was a haze but I saw mum rush in and I knew she gave me something and everything went away.

But that's about it. Except my eyes. Right from birth I could change my eyes from their natural green colour to a striking violet. But when I turned sixteen it could turn golden when I'm angry (like other werewolves) and I guess black when I'm really really really angry but I never have been.

I still don't understand why I can make my eyes violet or why things break when I'm angry.

I've asked mother before but she said the eyes are probably just a genetic mutation and things break by coincidence but we all know it's not coincidence. I don't argue though, I just accept it because there's no other reasonable explanation.

But there was this time that mother was enraged and I saw her eyes change to a dark violet and as she fisted her hand, the hallway vase broke. But she said the vase was coincidence and her eyes didn't change colour it was just my imagination. I'm pretty sure it wasn't though.

I drifted to sleep not wanting to think about tomorrow anymore.

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