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Authors: Sara Dailey, Staci Weber
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me from my first disturbingly vivid werewolf dream. As I slept, my mind replayed the events of the night before: the running, the playing, the mysterious wolf with the amazing green eyes. The images burned into my memory of that night felt intimate, so personal that I couldn’t even begin to imagine telling anyone about it, about him . And for some reason, about my change, too. I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t even want to tell Aiden that my were-side had made an unexpected appearance last night. At least, not yet. At least not until I find out the identity of the unidentified wolf.
The single fact that I changed into a freakin’ wolf completely blew my mind. It was easy, natural, not at all like I imagined it would be. Well, it wasn’t exactly easy and natural. Maybe that’s not the best way to explain it, but even though painful at first, after it happened, I actually felt whole for the first time in years, maybe ever.
***
When I finally made my appearance downstairs, we all spent the morning unpacking, Aiden and I focusing first on our winter clothes, being that tomorrow would be our first day of school. We quickly discovered that we were in desperate need of something to wear so that we didn’t get frostbite. Surviving in the Rockies during the winter would be quite a bit different than the winters in Houston that we were used to. In fact, different isn’t really a strong enough word. In Houston, we would live in jeans and hoodies—not to mention the occasional shorts and flip-flops when a warm-front blew through—all winter, but here, I needed a damn parka if I had any hope of staying warm. No lie, a parka… maybe even with fur. How appropriate.
After an hour of searching through box after box of clothing and coming up with nothing, Aiden and I decided to make lists of all the stuff we needed from town, grabbed Mom and her credit card, and headed out in search of new wardrobes. We had some serious work to do before showing up at our new high school.
***
I was seriously hating life standing on our front porch freezing my butt off as Aiden and I waited for our ride to school. Our first day of school! And yes, we had to carpool. Carpool? Apparently, that’s how they do things on the estate. We were being forced to carpool with the others because, and I’m quoting my mother here, “there’s no reason to waste all that gas taking separate cars,” which in my humble opinion is kind of sucky.
Seriously, I’m all for saving the earth, going green, and all that, but I’m seventeen. I want my own car! Who wouldn’t? I wouldn’t even mind sharing one with Aiden. So we all were going to have to sit down and have a nice Wright-family talk if our parents expect us to live here without our own car.
Watching Sammy’s Suburban approach, I said a quick prayer that I wouldn’t look too out of place in my new winter coat and boots. Never in my life did I imagine owning my own pair of boots like this. I wasn’t even sure what to call them, but they were warm and you were supposed to wear them when it snowed, apparently. Aiden assured me that we wouldn’t look stupid, but I knew my nerves would only die down after I saw what everyone else was wearing.
“Chill out, Al. Everything is going to be fine. You look great.”
“Sure Aiden. Easy for you to say. Everyone already loves you. Like always,” I said with a huff.
“It’s different here, Al. I can feel it. You’ll see.”
I wanted to believe Aiden, but past experience was telling me to be cautious. We walked around the SUV, and Aiden opened the back door. There were only two seats left, one in the middle row and one in the back.
“I’ll climb in the back,” Aiden offered.
I looked up and saw the guy I would be sitting next to and froze. I mean literally froze. Forgot to breathe, forgot how to move my arms and legs, forgot everything except the color of his brilliant green eyes.
It wasn’t just his eyes that had me hypnotized; he was
The single fact that I changed into a freakin’ wolf completely blew my mind. It was easy, natural, not at all like I imagined it would be. Well, it wasn’t exactly easy and natural. Maybe that’s not the best way to explain it, but even though painful at first, after it happened, I actually felt whole for the first time in years, maybe ever.
***
When I finally made my appearance downstairs, we all spent the morning unpacking, Aiden and I focusing first on our winter clothes, being that tomorrow would be our first day of school. We quickly discovered that we were in desperate need of something to wear so that we didn’t get frostbite. Surviving in the Rockies during the winter would be quite a bit different than the winters in Houston that we were used to. In fact, different isn’t really a strong enough word. In Houston, we would live in jeans and hoodies—not to mention the occasional shorts and flip-flops when a warm-front blew through—all winter, but here, I needed a damn parka if I had any hope of staying warm. No lie, a parka… maybe even with fur. How appropriate.
After an hour of searching through box after box of clothing and coming up with nothing, Aiden and I decided to make lists of all the stuff we needed from town, grabbed Mom and her credit card, and headed out in search of new wardrobes. We had some serious work to do before showing up at our new high school.
***
I was seriously hating life standing on our front porch freezing my butt off as Aiden and I waited for our ride to school. Our first day of school! And yes, we had to carpool. Carpool? Apparently, that’s how they do things on the estate. We were being forced to carpool with the others because, and I’m quoting my mother here, “there’s no reason to waste all that gas taking separate cars,” which in my humble opinion is kind of sucky.
Seriously, I’m all for saving the earth, going green, and all that, but I’m seventeen. I want my own car! Who wouldn’t? I wouldn’t even mind sharing one with Aiden. So we all were going to have to sit down and have a nice Wright-family talk if our parents expect us to live here without our own car.
Watching Sammy’s Suburban approach, I said a quick prayer that I wouldn’t look too out of place in my new winter coat and boots. Never in my life did I imagine owning my own pair of boots like this. I wasn’t even sure what to call them, but they were warm and you were supposed to wear them when it snowed, apparently. Aiden assured me that we wouldn’t look stupid, but I knew my nerves would only die down after I saw what everyone else was wearing.
“Chill out, Al. Everything is going to be fine. You look great.”
“Sure Aiden. Easy for you to say. Everyone already loves you. Like always,” I said with a huff.
“It’s different here, Al. I can feel it. You’ll see.”
I wanted to believe Aiden, but past experience was telling me to be cautious. We walked around the SUV, and Aiden opened the back door. There were only two seats left, one in the middle row and one in the back.
“I’ll climb in the back,” Aiden offered.
I looked up and saw the guy I would be sitting next to and froze. I mean literally froze. Forgot to breathe, forgot how to move my arms and legs, forgot everything except the color of his brilliant green eyes.
It wasn’t just his eyes that had me hypnotized; he was
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