Chapter Two of Tame

3 days before:

The night is a restless one because after having my first dream I can't sleep. A new block in my life introducing dreams and it includes Wes. I never knew dreams could be so real. Wes' lips touching mine becomes a replayed memory in my head I don't know how to get rid of. I toss and turn and unravel my sheets. Sweat trickles from my fore head and the tossing and turning continues before I come to a complete halt. Facing the ceiling, my body spread out like a star, I inhale deep and exhale.

Turning to look at the digital clock, I read the time and it states 4:33am. I take my outstretched arms and place them on my stomach. My room remains unpainted. It remains containing nothing but my bed-queen sized- two drawers and a closet. I don't believe in decoration. Miles loved to decorate though. We were the exact opposite of each other. I stop myself from thinking of him more.

Memories I don't want to relive. Yet it seem, the things I want sweet elude from tend to find me. Sometimes I sit and look at myself in the washroom mirror and try the fill the huge gaps in the memories. I contradict my own words all the time. I want to run away from those memories but I also want to fill the missing parts. I want to know, I want to remember why Miles left. Yet I don't want to be hurt by the fact that he left me without a second thought of coming back. I hardly cry, simply because I have to be the strong one for everyone. For Mom. For Miles. I still stay strong for him even though he left me.

Another problem is Dad isn't home yet. Inferring that he's probably out with Sharon. Mom refers to her as "the hoe." She refuses to call her by her true name. Dad refuses to admit that he "fraternizes" with "the hoe." Mom and I know otherwise. When Dad refuses the allegations we hold against him, he doesn't turn to his watch - which he always does when he's lying- and I notice it. The only truth is that he's found his mate and how close or far apart they are remains uncertain. He isn't home and that means Mom won't be hurt, today.

Today, I won't have to pretend that every slap, punch, hit or kick Dad has given to Mom is okay. I won't have to lie that to Mom that Dad is just lost and he still loves her. Though there is hope in me that flutters everytime I thinka bout this. I think about how Dad could possibly still love Mom but...what love struck man hits the woman he's "in love" with. Questions after questions with no answers, that's my life.

A strange tingle floods my body and my body becomes that of a star once more. I am scared. A heat is flaring through my body. My stomach is tingling and my legs are numb with heat. Pain shoots from belly and surges through me and I want to cry out but I hold in the scream. I am frozen as a star. One single tear sprouts from my left eye in my dire attempt not to scream out in pain. More tears spring from my eye sockets and I remain quiet as they flow. I remain quiet as the pain of havng of my body ripped apart lingers and makes every part of me sore. The pain is worse than shifting. Then I hear it;

"Dawn, we need you. Complete us, come."

Tears are not my forte. I never cry. Pain has always beenthis part of me. Now these voices have caused it to be an enemy. "Dawn, you've never been as ready as you are now. Come, come." The voices die down slowly.

Slowly, I start to regain my senses in every part of me. My toes curl themselves as I draw myself from a star to hugging my knees. I won't be sleeping tonight. The tears have stopped. I've never felt pain when "they" spoke to me. Today was a complete scare. Unable to sleep, I keep my eyes, continue hugging my knees as I shiver the entire night.

The alarm clock rings with an annoying whole noise and I find a way to straighten my legs from my former state.whole night and I am simply appalled. I didn't sleep the whole night due to fright. I am no longer shivering but I still feel cold with fear. I ready myself for school quickly. I brush my hair promptly and form into a neat and proper sock bun. My hair is the one part of me that I make sure remains good no matter how tired or bad I feel. I feel that if there isn't at least time to do my hair and it becomes scattered then, I will be truly scared. Maybe doing my hair keeps me together.

Mom calls out to me as I make my way to the door and says, "Dawn, did you have something to eat?"

"Yes, Mom." This time the lie is thoroughly brushed and pampered.

"What did you have?" She inquires.

"Some bacon and water," I reply and keep my tone smooth.

The truth is that, I didn't eat anything. What I really did was pull four strips of bacon from their original packaging, tied them in a bag and threw them in the garbage. Then washed some clean plates by hand and put them to dry. I did drink some water.

"Good girl, have a nice day at school." She calls out once more to me and I doubt that I ever had a good day at school.

"Bye Mom," I answer back making my way to school.I really do wish the school was a farther walk but we don't always get what we want.

My feet somehow make themselves walk the right direction and I magically end up at school and on time. I take my seat at the back and try my best to blend in. I sadly have Clara in this class. I try to act like she's just another face in the crowd,but she's not. She 's Clara. The one person I feel the urge to murder. She turns at gives me a smile as if she can peer through my soul and I secretly think she can and has already done so. But I have to get realistic and understand that she's just Clara. My only problem is she's here and still looking at me occasionally.

"Students," Mr. Bowline nods at us as he walks in approximately eight minutes late, "Take out the packages I gave out yesterday and continue working. Remember you can work with whoever, I just want individual work and answers. Go on, now. I have some intense marking to be done." He takes a seat.

Then I ask, " Mr. B, I left early yesterday, so I didn't get the package." He then answers with, "Work with someone as I just previously said. You just have to copy the questions, a little extra work never killed anyone."

Mr. B's eyes go back to the papers that lay in front of him and it seems the conversation is done. I sigh and put my head down as the class moves to distinctive groups of friends to collaborate. By collaborate I mean that when girls collaborate, they only talk who's dating who and boys. The boys however talk about how they recently got a girl with them or they objectify women's part. I'm not a strong feminist, but women should be acknowledged for more than their bodies.

The witch stands up gracefully and I hate to admit it that she has poise in her every move. Even worse, she seems to be walking over to me. She reaches me with a few steps and pulls a chair and neatly fold her arms. God, she's gorgeous, I hate to say. Her brown hair is straightened today and it reaches her elbows. Yet thankfully, she looks like a clown from all the painting-makeup- she's been doing to her canvas-face- and I feel like I am a close second for the uper hand.

"I saw you yesterday." She says, aiming a snide glare at me. All I can think of is if this was a movie, that line would be the perfect ending to make people want the sequel right away. Then I almost shiver, realizing if she watched me long enough she would have seen the shift.

"I saw you in the woods." She speaks as she draws her work package from her back pocket and push it to me.

"I saw exactly where you lay your bag," Her smile becomes more insicere than ever.I stay quiet, eager to keep my mouth shut not knowing how much she knows.

"Dawn Robinson, you are one secretive child." She exhales like a grieved mother and shakes her head at me."How would a mother feel knowing her daughter was pretending to be sick and leaving school just to go and swim in the lake? How would they feel?"

She didn't see me shift and that is all that matters. She doesn't know that I turn into a large wolf when I want to. She doesn't know I like running because I feel I am getting away form my problems. She doesn't know and that gives me satisfaction. If she knew, the blabber mouth would have me exiled. My parents wouldn't give a care if they'd heard I'd been swimming from Clara. I'd expressed my hate of ther to them and they'd understood the "teenage rivalry"as they put it. Those were times when my family was whole.

"Dawn, I'm being as nice as I always am offering you a deal."

"What deal?" I find my voice and belly does a somersault.

"You finish my package and you get the questions to do yours and also you tell Ms that I shouldn't have detention because I wasn't at fault, you were and no one ever finds out a thing about you swimming in a lake when you're supposedly sick."

I almost say fine when an unfamiliar voice sprouts from mid air and says,"Or you can do your own work and leave her alone."

I turn around and notice a blonde haired girl with hazel eyes. She has denim blue jeans, a cotton sweater and leather boots on. She seems friendlier than Clara but then again everyone is.

"Go away, new girl. It's none of your business, the deals what we choose to do." Clara replies unfazed as always.

"Actually I find it my duty to make sure bullies like you are stopped."

New girl has nerve. I'll give her that but Clara isn't one to let anyone try to talk her down. I sit and watch the fury in their eyes and I almost laugh at the situation.

"Sit your bottom down and get out of what we have going on here. Your clothes are giving me a headache. They remind me of great grandmother's pick of clothes and she prefered potato sacks to Gucci dresses." Clara usually comes back stronger than that. It seems new girl can take her down.

"Then your great grandmother had greater style choices than you thought. The real problem here is you either leave the girl alone or I will be a witness to how you were threatening this girl to be your personal slave and do your work for you."

New girl looks deep into Clara's eyes and it seems that she too has the gift of peering through one's soul. It looks like new girl's eyes are forcing something in Clara to back down and I see it but I pretend I don't like its a figment of my imagination.

"Whatever," Clara says. She jerks her body up from her seat like it wasn't her intention but she did it anyway. New girl takes Clara's spot and smiles at me.

"I'm the new girl," She says like it isn't obvious already.

"I'm Dawn." I shove the other mean comment I think of back down my throat before they say anything insulting.

"Whst's you name new girl?" I ask.

She sighs heavily, "Names don't really matter to me, Dawn. Besides I like the sound of new girl. Call me new girl."

And I do. New girl helps me with my package and all I can think of is how she's every bit of secretive I am. Then I recognize she's probably a wolf like me. Although I am uncertain but her stnace and authority scream that she is a wolf at me.

I try to mind link her and a bolted door blocks me. I have never been blocked no matter how hard other wolves shut themselves off. New girl is a definite wolf, I just have to find out why I can't unlock her mind.

"Do you ever talk or do you just like watching people?" She asks and she taps her long pink fingernails against the table.

"I talk when necessary."

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After school, new girl somehow convinced the Ms. Do-Nothing-To-Stop-Bullying to let me off detention. Even if she was an ancestor we, the wolves aren't meant to even hit humans let alone seize hold of their minds.New girl was blabbering on about something I didn't have the darnedest idea about nor did I have an inkling to know. New girl is at my shoulder level, she was average sized for a Grade Eleven girl. I still wondered what kind of wolf could make someone ultimately change their decision. As new girl and I walked on, two stunning boys, brushed us, then stopped to talk which was the ironic cliche.

"Hey new girl and... Dawn."

Wow, my name is now a three second hesitation then the actual name. At least the jocks recalled new girl's name.

"Hi?" I answer him a bit uncertain of what exactly to say. New girl smiles and twirls a piece of her golden blonde hair around her index finger and licks her lips. I wonder if this is a daily thing for her.

I recognize one of the boys right away. Matt was an acquaintance when we were little. He's one of the respected wolf's offspring. He once professed his love for me in Grade 7 and I bitterly turned him down. The other tall and gorgeous boy was Eli a.k.a womanizer. Mr. Womanizer is a human. He doesn't know the rules about a wolf and a human being together forbidden.

If anyone told you that sometimes there were exceptional exceptions when a human and a werewolf got mated, tell them you're a liar. That's never happened and we are certain it never will.

"Hey do you guys want to go hang out with us, we're going for a bite." Eli says, his eyes on the prize. Decoded, he's staring at new girl's breasts. Matt looks at me uncertainly and scratched the back of his head.

"I have to get home. New girl, you can go with them."She then puts a tight grip on m hand bringing me closer to her and speaks with the most unreal of smiles,

"Don't be a party pooper."

"I h-have to go." I say to her.  Her grip is wolf like, strong, steady and unwavering. She tries to unbolt my mind door but she can't and she glares at me. Although she is quick to conceal her disappointment. I have to walk away. I'd rather remain friendless than have a power hungry one.

"I have to get home." I repeat, steady and clear with no stutters.

"Whatever. Let's go boys."

She links arms with Eli and I see in his eyes that she isn't controlling him. This screw up on girl choice is all his and Matt is involved.

I hear her mutter loser under her breath. I hear it but I don't confront her about it. Simply because I have come to find that there is a were wolf version of Clara. Her name is new girl. And she might be the scariest thing that ever walked.

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At home, I get in bed at 5:14pm and look at the ceiling. I recall Wes and shut the thoughts of him out. Daydreaming of boys isn't me at all. For two hours, I do that though, reluctant to do any work whatsoever. I may fall back in class, but I usually catch up. There's always work and that gets to me so I quit certain days and pick backup the next days. At approximately 7:16pm, I get up, go to the washroom mirror and glare at myself.

I glare into my own eyes, hoping that a spark will light and my memory will start replaying itself. I glare and think of Miles. I try to think of us as kids and I blink rapidly not to stop myself from crying but to get something out of my eye literally. I try to remember Mom's story about how Dad and I went to the baseball field. Memories are a tricky thing.

Soon enough Dad'll be home and then Mom will come running upstairs and I'll be there ready to comfort her. Ready to wipe her tears. Ready to lose another shirt because of mucus overload. I'm just ready for it.

I try hard in hopes to forget that new girl exists. I try hard to remember the darned baseball game. Reality hits me and no memories come and replay themselves for me to bask in their glory. I remain sitting on the closed toilet seat, glaring at myself. My eyes begin to ache but I don't shake. My eyes become extremely sore but I refuse to budge. I recognize the bloodshot eyes staring back at me.

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