The Runaway Breeder
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I was eighteen when my life finally took a turn for the better after crashing around me in a painful twist of fate.
But before I get ahead of myself, how about I start from the beginning?
2. The First Shift
SNAP
I whimper as my bones break and realign themselves.
"She's only six! She shouldn't be shifting till she is sixteen!" It was my mother, her voice laced with fear and worried. I knew that the fever I had been experiencing since last night was now not a cold or flu. My body decided that now would be the time I would shift into my wolf form for the first time.
SNAP
I cry out, my voice mixing with a howl. How could anyone expect a six-year-old to handle so much pain in one go. I know the risks of an early shift. Father made sure that the shift was a painful process and reassured my siblings and I that I would be fine when it happens at sixteen. But what I want at this moment is the pack doctor to come and numb me. Tears are forming in my eyes as I helplessly look towards my mother and father, begging for help.
"It just means our little Amber will be mated to an Alpha one day, maybe even a Royal." My father said with pride as he reassured my mom that everything would be alright. He hugs her briefly before bending down and holding a bottle of water with a straw to my lips.
“Drink Amberle, it’ll help.” I do as he tells me to and quickly drink as much of the cold liquid as fast as possible. He was right, it did help. But my skin felt like it was on fire, like it did when I accidentally scalded my foot with hot tea but ten times worse.
SNAP
My body contorted with pain as I shifted to all fours, my body changing from human to wolf, the pain more unbearable than before. Tears were streaming down my face as my jaw becomes longer till it is a snout, teeth sharpen unnaturally and fur covers my skin.
SNAP
My mother leaves the room crying knowing that the possibility of me making it through the shift at this age is low.
GROWL
My father wipes away the sweat and blood from my forehead, causing the ears that shifted to the top of my head to flatten with pain.
SNAP
WHIMPER
SNAP
After what feels like an eternity of pain I slowly open my eyes to a new sensation. The house is quiet but I could sense my parents in the room. Their presence calling to me like a G.P.S signal. Something instinct told me to listen too.
"Honey, are you okay?" My mother's worried voice carries from across the room from where I was hiding. I whimpered slightly wanting to answer but finding I couldn’t. It took me a moment until my mind wrapped around the fact that I was in wolf form. My tail thumps gently and I let out a soft whine. It was clear my parents were giving me space to learn about my second body, letting me test my limbs and focus on the new sensation of being lower to the ground. With courage I stand on wobbly legs, taking my first step before crashing to the floor and out of the safety of my hiding spot behind the kitchen island.
My parents gasp and I stared at their faces, their eyes wide with awe as they watched my movements as I struggle to stand again, my mother quickly helping me up and letting me use her body as support to stand.
"Amberle, you're beautiful. Maxwell, grab the full mirror from the hall way for our daughter to see herself." My mother exclaims happily, her hands in my fur and softly petting me. I give her a puzzled look as my father walks away to do what he is told. After a few minutes he returns with the glass portion hidden from my view. Curiously I follow his movements until my eyes are blocked by my mother as the sounds of the mirror being set up reaches my ears. Finally things quiet down as I feel my small body being lead to a spot. I want to see what I look like.
"Tah-dah!" My mother moves out of the way and I face my reflection with shock and curiosity as a fluff ball of fur stares back at me in the reflection. From what I can see I was the size of a full grown medium dog, smaller than most werewolves who shift for the first time because I am only six but still bigger than I expected. In all honesty I should not have shifted at all for another ten years when a werewolf is mature and strong enough to handle the pain the first shift brings. The wolf in the mirror had fur like fire and it is this fur that mesmerizes me the most. Like the surface of the sun with multiple oranges, red and yellows it holds my attention in the reflection of the mirror and when I moved it swayed as if I am a ball of living fire…
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