The rain pelted down against her frozen skin as she stumbled through the empty forest. The ground was slippery and moist beneath her bare feet as the sharp wind nipped her ankles. She knew if only she had been different, if only she had been stronger; more independent, she wouldn’t have to be here. She was supposed to be better. She was supposed to be a lot of things that she could never seem to be.
The dark circles under her eyes looked as if they were a fungus devouring her soul. Her weak legs shook with every step further into the unknown she took, but she was so terrified that if she stopped walking for even a second the world would catch up with her and she would be too aware of living to bare it.
Her knobbly knees banged together as she continued to try and make her way down the hill. She could feel her vision blurring and her mind seeping out of her body. She could feel her transformation coming, creeping up on her unwilling body. She didn’t want to feel herself as anything other than human. She couldn’t risk it. Who knew what clans were out this far. Who knew what they would do to her if they found another wolf, a weak and sickly wolf that could easily be killed and used to feed their young. They could get away with it too; she would be breaking the law by being on their land in her true form. Though, it wasn’t just that. The sight and feeling of her wolf disgusted her. It was the very reason she was here in the first place. She couldn’t bear to be in the skin of the deformity that forced her to walk a life of loneliness and pain. However, she knew she didn’t have a choice in the matter. She couldn’t run from this part of herself. Sooner or later the wolf would take her the way it always did.
While running her feet snagged on an old root. Her knees slammed into the soft mud as she skidded forward. Little rocks and low tree branches cutting into her arms and face as her upper body got swallowed by the ground. Her breathing grew heavy as her tears threatened fall. Spittle and blood dribble from her mouth and curved down her chin; sticking to her neck and clumping in her hair. Coughs and air wheezed out of her as she started to sit herself up on shaking arms. Before she could fully sit up a thick and nauseating feeling bubbled up from her stomach and stuck itself in her throat. Vile vomit came pottering out of her mouth.
No. Not yet. Please not yet.
She tried to push back the transformation she felt coming. But it was already too late. The tight and low burns of stretching muscle and moving bones had already started. Heaving again she could feel her neck start to elongate and her back legs stretch. Se tried to stay awake. She tried to push through the pain. So she could go a bit further. A little more out of the way. Into a cave or something. Anything. Anything to keep her out from the open. But it was too much. The pain had taken hold. She could feel her vision fading. The grey hands of unconsciousness clawed their fingers over her eyes and dragged her down. Her body fell limp against the ground as the rest of the transformation took place.
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