Another week had went by and I was becoming as depressed as ever, and I couldn't stop thinking about how Mother would've been able to make me realize how I had a life even without Jackson, but of course, that would never happen since she died.
I gripped the edge of the kitchen table, and I stared at my mashed potatoes and steak, and I knew that even if it starved me, there was no way I could eat when I felt like this.
"Skylar, are you feeling okay?" Father glanced up at me from his plate, his deep brown eyes filled with worry.
"I.. I'm just going to get some fresh air," I mumbled, before jumping out of my seat and racing to the sliding glass doors. Opening the door, the frigid air rushed into the house, and I went outside, making sure to close it behind me. Gasping for air, I bent over, holding my sides, feeling like I had just run a marathon without stopping at all.
Suddenly the familiar noise of wolves howling filled the silent air, and I gazed into the forest. A tingle ran down my spine, and I calmed my breathing. It's nothing, I thought.
Those wolves couldn't have came back... I mean, wolves do travel a lot, don't they?
The moon was full, white with a hint of blue. Something about it made me stare at it's natural beauty. The craters let in it's side looked more like dimples than giant holes in it's face. I should've went back inside, but the moon kept me captivated. Father knew I could keep myself safe, now I knew these woods like the back of my hand, somehow. The trails and paths were imprinted in the back of my mind.
I ran for a while, stopping in a familiar clearing and sitting down on a fallen log. The log was mottled and weathered, with moss growing over the moist parts, the first sign of green in the endless slush of February. Soon the snow would be gone, and the forest would flourish once again.
An urge inside me forced me to get up of the log and stand in the middle of the clearing, staring up at the giant moon, it's light streaming down onto my face, making everything a lighter color, everything doused in it's beauty.
The world began to go dim, and before I could brace myself for the fall, I fell onto the ground again, and I finally realized that this was the same exact place where I had been attacked by the wolves. Why. Why do these things happen to me and not anyone else, was my last thoughts before I closed my eyes, the soft breeze blowing my hair into my face.
I woke up in the same exact spot, and I sat up, looking down at myself. I had long white fur, and instead of my normal body there was a wolf's.
What the hell! I tried to say, but it just came out as a long, mournful howl. Great. This is why I fucking hate my life. My mother dies, and then I become a werewolf.
I mean, how can it get any worse?
Standing, my view was lower. I could barely see the sun from the treetops, and every blade of grass poking out of the snow was as half as tall as me. The snow, well, let's just say I was lucky that it was starting to melt, because I wouldn't be able to move if it was still existent. Sniffing the air, my sense of smell was a hundred times better. I could smell the filth of the cars on the highway, and even smell traces of the wolves. So they were here last night, I thought, a I ventured into the forest, following their tracks and scent.
If I find them, they're going to pay for what they did to me, I thought, baring my teeth and letting out a guttural growl deep in my throat.
Wow, I actually sound scary for once.
Big change from a wimpy teenage girl.