Werewolf Compilations

Escaping across the borders isn't easy, but when I get across I don't stop running. I strip my clothes and shift, hair spurting, bones moving, cracking, my jaw being remolded, paws growing, nails hardening, eyes changing, glowing, I become a beast. With my clothes trapped in my teeth, I run. I am a monster lurking through the night, I am a girl desperate to live.

I don't know where I am going, all I know is that I have to leave. So I am.

By the time the sun begins to rise, I spot something in the distance, a clearing. A road. It was my first time on a road when I had journeyed to the Grant Pack, and seeing one again gives me hope. I hurry to it, making sure to shift and change beforehand just in case any cars come along.

With a racing heart, I study it. Gazing off in each direction, walking alongside it until something in the distance grabs my attention. A car comes speeding down the road, and I hold my breath as it passes me. I watch it until it disappears, then my mind flourishes with new possibilities. A first, I planned on finding my way back home, back to my mother, but now I know that I need to follow that car.

I shift back in the woods, hidden by a few trees but still able to see the road. I follow it for many hours until the sun stretches to the top of the sky-energized by the unknown. I slow down when I spot a sign standing a few meters from the road, and I have to leave the trees to read it. Welcome to Fairview. My body grows warm. I don't know what Fairview is, but I have an idea. Shifting back and slipping on my clothes, I walk back out to the road and stand in front of the sign. It is made of wood-corners damaged by the weather-and the letters are dark, bold enough for the drivers to see while speeding by. I run my hand over the letters and look down the road. There, in the distance, I can see an outline of things, of buildings. My heart picks up speed.

On a limb, I hesitantly continue down the road on foot. I know a few things about humans. I know that they don't have mates. I know that they have an intricate system and not Alpha's and Beta's and Luna's. I know that they don't live in packs, but they live on their own, controlling their own lives. I know that they can be dangerous, more so than I can be. I know that they live in cities and towns with many buildings and houses and roads and people. The more I think about it, the more of an adrenaline rush I get.

I have to blend in. I have to act how they act, but I am not sure how that is. I have seen some movies, but I have a feeling that movies aren't realistic because in the movies people always end up happy. That can't be realistic.

The road comes to a point where another crosses through it, then another, then they all cross through each other and I realize that I am getting close enough to come face to face with people. I see one in the distance. She is standing outside a brick building, leaning against the wall on a phone. As I near her I notice that she is yelling and that the building has a car painted on the side. Then in bold letters, I read Chuck's Garage. I don't know what a garage is beside one that comes with a house. And underneath that it says: Auto Body Shop. I don't know what an auto body shop is either, and I become nervous. Not wanting to approach the woman, I cross the street and walk on the other side. On this side, I find a dirt lot then a junkyard, and none of it looks pretty. As I journey down, walking as if I have no plans to go anywhere, I notice that the town begins to come together, more buildings and more people for me to dodge. A theater, a small restaurant, a green space that looks like a park. I can no longer avoid the people, and my hands squeeze into fists when they pass me.

I find a boutique, and just for kicks, I wander inside. There are clothes on display and bags and a hat with plenty of sparkles. I find it quite ugly, but when I look to the side I see a woman with one in her hands. Curious, I run my hands over long dresses and beaded jackets, not finding any of them pretty, but simply interesting to the touch. The dress has sequins on the bottom and when I run my fingers over it, the sequins flip over and show a different color.

I leave the boutique and continue down the street, sitting on a bench when I come up to the green space.

I feel lost. I feel like I'm in a parallel universe and I don't know how to act. Part of me yearns to go back and lay in bed and read the diary and live out my days like so because as much as I want to be human right now, I'll never be. The worrying part is that I am not sure if I can go back. If they know that I've left for human society, I'll never be let back in, I'll never see my mother again. What have I done? This was a mistake. This was a mistake and I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix it.