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tried to wave her arms in the air, but they were rooted firmly in the dirt. They wouldn’t move.
Glancing down at her feet, Samara noticed that she now had four , and they were all covered in white fur. She quickly realized that she wasn’t starin g at her feet. It was her paws.
Samara looked into the lake’s water and did a double take. The reflection that she was used to seeing, of a girl with dark hair and skin that would be like that of a porcelain doll at this time of year, wasn’t there. Instead, she was staring back into the eyes of a wolf.
She took a step forward and, sure enough, the wolf’s reflection also moved. Samara bowed her head, and the wolf’s eyes stared back at her from a different angle in the water. The wolf that was staring back at S amara was her, without a doubt.
Samara didn’t look like an ordinary gray wolf, like the one who had at tacked her the night she had gone out with Luke. The wolf staring back at her, with its amber eyes that were the same color as her own, had a coat of beautiful white fur. It was like not hing she had ever seen before.
Taking a step forward, she watched as the wolf’s ref lection moved, too.
Staring up into the full moon, Samara felt a howl escape from her throat.
*
“Samara! Wake up!” Mrs. McKinley sh outed, shaking her shoulders.
Samara cracked one eye open and glanced around at her surroundings . She was lying outside in the grass, which was still soggy from the rain that had fallen the night before . Sitting up, s he realized that she was naked.
Last night really hadn’t been a dream. She actually had gone outside and ta ken off her clothes and . . . turned into a wolf ? Samara wasn’t sure about that last part, but the rest of it was obviously true. After she had run home from Emma’s house, she had definitely gone to sleep in a pair of fleece pajamas and now, she wa sn’t wearing anything at all.
“What are you doin g out here?” Mrs. McKinley asked. From the expression on her face and the tone of her voice , Samara could tell that her mom was completely bewildered. Samara wanted to tell her that she didn’t feel any better about the situation herself. She was really embarrassed that her mom had seen her lying on the ground in no clothing. She really hoped t hat no one else had seen her.
“I — I don’t know,” Samara replied quietly, trying as best as she could to cover her body with her arms. She looked around the big grassy yard for her pajamas. When she spotted them on the ground next to her bedroom window, which was still open, she pointed to them. “Can you get my clothes , please ?”
Mrs. McKinley huffed and walked across the yard. “Are you drunk or using drugs?” she asked, as s he handed Samara her clothes.
Samara shook her head. “No. I haven’t drank or done any drugs .” She wondered if she should mention that there was alcohol at Emma’s party the night before, but she decided against it. If her mom asked, she would tell her. As of right now, she wasn’t lying, though. Even if Samara did drink, she wouldn’t have had a chance to at Emma’s before everything with Luke had happened. After she heard him apologize, she was so confused that she didn’t even want to be at the party anymore, so she just went him without even te lling Emma.
“If you haven’t been drinking or doing drugs, how did you get out here without even knowing it? And why weren’t you wearing an y clothes?” Mrs. McKinley asked accusingly. “Are you having sex?”
As Samara fumbled with the buttons on her fuzzy pink pajama top, she search ed her head for a logical excuse – and the truth. She wasn’t sure what the truth was, though. She had simply gotten out of bed, went outside through her window and, for some reason, had taken off her clothes. As she tried to figure out what had made her do all of these things, the only thing that Sama ra could think of was the moon.
It had been so full and bright last night. She had been
Glancing down at her feet, Samara noticed that she now had four , and they were all covered in white fur. She quickly realized that she wasn’t starin g at her feet. It was her paws.
Samara looked into the lake’s water and did a double take. The reflection that she was used to seeing, of a girl with dark hair and skin that would be like that of a porcelain doll at this time of year, wasn’t there. Instead, she was staring back into the eyes of a wolf.
She took a step forward and, sure enough, the wolf’s reflection also moved. Samara bowed her head, and the wolf’s eyes stared back at her from a different angle in the water. The wolf that was staring back at S amara was her, without a doubt.
Samara didn’t look like an ordinary gray wolf, like the one who had at tacked her the night she had gone out with Luke. The wolf staring back at her, with its amber eyes that were the same color as her own, had a coat of beautiful white fur. It was like not hing she had ever seen before.
Taking a step forward, she watched as the wolf’s ref lection moved, too.
Staring up into the full moon, Samara felt a howl escape from her throat.
*
“Samara! Wake up!” Mrs. McKinley sh outed, shaking her shoulders.
Samara cracked one eye open and glanced around at her surroundings . She was lying outside in the grass, which was still soggy from the rain that had fallen the night before . Sitting up, s he realized that she was naked.
Last night really hadn’t been a dream. She actually had gone outside and ta ken off her clothes and . . . turned into a wolf ? Samara wasn’t sure about that last part, but the rest of it was obviously true. After she had run home from Emma’s house, she had definitely gone to sleep in a pair of fleece pajamas and now, she wa sn’t wearing anything at all.
“What are you doin g out here?” Mrs. McKinley asked. From the expression on her face and the tone of her voice , Samara could tell that her mom was completely bewildered. Samara wanted to tell her that she didn’t feel any better about the situation herself. She was really embarrassed that her mom had seen her lying on the ground in no clothing. She really hoped t hat no one else had seen her.
“I — I don’t know,” Samara replied quietly, trying as best as she could to cover her body with her arms. She looked around the big grassy yard for her pajamas. When she spotted them on the ground next to her bedroom window, which was still open, she pointed to them. “Can you get my clothes , please ?”
Mrs. McKinley huffed and walked across the yard. “Are you drunk or using drugs?” she asked, as s he handed Samara her clothes.
Samara shook her head. “No. I haven’t drank or done any drugs .” She wondered if she should mention that there was alcohol at Emma’s party the night before, but she decided against it. If her mom asked, she would tell her. As of right now, she wasn’t lying, though. Even if Samara did drink, she wouldn’t have had a chance to at Emma’s before everything with Luke had happened. After she heard him apologize, she was so confused that she didn’t even want to be at the party anymore, so she just went him without even te lling Emma.
“If you haven’t been drinking or doing drugs, how did you get out here without even knowing it? And why weren’t you wearing an y clothes?” Mrs. McKinley asked accusingly. “Are you having sex?”
As Samara fumbled with the buttons on her fuzzy pink pajama top, she search ed her head for a logical excuse – and the truth. She wasn’t sure what the truth was, though. She had simply gotten out of bed, went outside through her window and, for some reason, had taken off her clothes. As she tried to figure out what had made her do all of these things, the only thing that Sama ra could think of was the moon.
It had been so full and bright last night. She had been
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