Hey pretties! Here’s another chapter. Sorry if it’s not as eventful as the last chapter or if it’s not long enough. Please check out Battlefield and my upcoming story, “The Player’s Handbook” if you are interested. And I decided that I will not be doing any point of views from the Silver Bullet because smart people are getting there already and I want it to be a shocker. (;

Xo, zabelle06

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I felt my bones breaking - the crackling sound of it roaring in my ears. My screaming and sobbing rang through the night air. I couldn’t think of anything as I felt my sweat slick off my body and the tears rolling down from my eyes that were shut tight.

I screamed again and buckled up as I felt my leg twist in a painful way. It felt like my muscles were being punched at, my bones being chopped up, and my head was going to explode soon. The pain was unbearable and all I wanted was for it to stop.

I felt myself being lifted up and I tried hard not to hit the person, but that ended when I felt my gut being squeezed and my shoulder bone being dislocated. I kept my eyes shut as the person put me down slowly and the dead leaves on the ground poking my back and arms. It would’ve felt painful, but not compared to the pain I was feeling.

I cried again, and rolled when I felt my ribs being messed with. I opened my eyes for a fraction of a second and I could see the world glowing around me. I could even see the spider up on the highest branch of the tree. Soon, I could tell I was in the forest at the back of my house.

I noticed that my dress was tearing, the silk spreading apart as my body seemed to get bigger by the second. I closed my eyes again when I felt the pain in my mouth. It was itchy and I wailed in pain as I felt my jaw being pushed out and stretched. My teeth even felt like someone was trying to pull it out with pliers.

Five minutes later, I felt my body begin to calm down. In fact, I felt great. I felt better than I ever felt. I sighed, but it sounded different to my ears. It sounded more like a huff. My ears perked up and I thought that was strange. However, everything about this night seemed strange. So, I quickly dismissed it and picked up my hand to wipe any sweat on my forehead. I stopped my hand in place to study it. Or might I say paw.

I was confused beyond anything anyone could explain. Looking everywhere, my eyes landed on the pink material on the ground. I could even see the dust on it and tiny grains of dirt on my discarded, shredded dress. Even my shoes were shredded into pieces. Wait, I was in the forest at night. How could I see so clearly?

Then, my eyes landed on a handsome boy with clear blue eyes who was coming towards me with caution. His blue eyes were in shock and something else was written on his face. It was indecisive. It was in between understanding and was that … disgust? I heard my whines coming from my mouth – like a dog whines.

Then I looked at the boy once again and inside my head, all I heard was one word. “Mate.”

Weston’s POV –

I watched painfully as Danny began her change - her bones twisting in unimaginable and painful angles. I wished I could go up to her and hug her but I had to let her do this on her own, like I had done. Trust me. Every time I heard her whimper or cry, I flinch in my seat to get up, but forced myself to sit down. My eyes were tired and my hair was messy from my constant hand that was running through it. Every wolf had to do their first change on their own. It was the only way they could carry themselves for the rest of their lives.

I wished that Ella had told her that this would be happening soon. That she would be turning into a werewolf just like us. I knew ever since that night her bedroom window got vandalized. Ella had promised me not to tell anyone about it.

She explained that her family was a family of late bloomers. Even Darren was a werewolf, but Ella had told me that he hated it. He hated that he had to feel pain every time. She told me he had a hard time and still has with this whole werewolf process. But, what I didn’t get was why Ella wasn’t one. I tried to work the puzzle pieces, but I’m missing a whole bunch of pieces.

My thoughts were snapped out of me as I heard one more guttural cry before it became silent. Then, I knew one thing. She finally made it. Her body convulsed one more time before her fur came out and her bones changed into a werewolf form in a second flat. And there she stood so heart achingly beautiful that I cried.

I cried because my mate had finally found herself.

When I stood, I froze mid stride towards her as I saw the confused look in her green eyes that shone when she saw her paw. But, that’s not what got me. Not only was she confused, but I was as well.

No werewolf had white fur. Nor did they have a perfect heart black shaped marks on their forehead. They also didn’t have teeth bigger than those on Danny. And they certainly didn’t have the same glow the moon emitted coming out from their fur.

Then all my explanations of all my questions came hauntingly in my face.

Danny was a healer.

I watched horrified as I took a couple of small steps towards Danny, gulping in as I did so. I was so disgusted, trust me. I didn’t believe the legends of one healer being left alive. No one did. They were the reasons why wolves were made, sacrificing their bodies to the full moon and why my ancestor had lost his son.

I was disgusted beyond belief. Scowling at Danny felt wrong and right at the same time. Should I hate her for being what she is that she didn’t even chose to be or love her always and not care what form she was in? Should I use my werewolf instincts to hate on Healers or use my heart and learn it wasn’t her fault. I was so clueless. That was until she looked at me in the eyes and I saw her wolf like grin.

And then, I made up my mind. I had to protect her and love her no matter what. It wasn’t her fault after all. I, like everyone else, should learn to let go of the past and move on. Healers may be good to those werewolves around the world today.

I smiled back at Danny and took three big strides towards her. Lifting my hand, I pushed it into her plush and soft fur, relishing in how good it felt. I looked into those green eyes and said, “Hey, Ells.  You’re beautiful, babe.”

Because it was true. She was beautiful. A beautiful disaster like the rest of us.

I sat beside her and leaned my head against her tired body. Listening to her deep breathing, I knew she fell asleep from being so exhausted from the first couple of changes. Then, I too, was dragged into the darkness and pulled into a deep sleep.

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I felt my head hit the ground hard as my pillow ran away, squealing. I opened my eyes quickly, rubbing the back of my head and groaning. Noticing I was still in the forest, the sun shining through the leaves of the trees, I looked around for Danny.

She should be in human form already.

I got up, dusting the dirt from my messily tucked, white polo. “Ells?” I yelled, looking around everywhere, landing on particularly nothing.

“Over here,” she shouted back, her hand waving behind a tree and her head sticking through. I smiled as I saw her sexy bed head, even if it were covered in leaves. Her cheeks were flushed and her head had a smudge of dirt on it. I laughed at her cute appearance, but hey, I had to admit, she looked sexy.

I began to walk over to her, but she picked up her hand and yelled, “Nuh-uh! Stay where you are!”

“What? Why?” I asked, my voice showing hurt at her distance. I scrunched up my eyebrows and stuck my hands into my pockets. She stuck her head out again, her cheeks now flaming before giving me a pointed look.

“You know why,” she said, pouting.

“No, I don’t,” I said confused, shaking my head and looking down. Was she scared that I might hate her for what she was? I didn’t want her to think that. I opened my mouth to say something, but she interrupted. “Come out from behind the tree so we could talk.”

“You don’t?” She asked while her eyebrow rose. She studied my expression as I nodded at her, taking one small step towards her. She hid behind the tree again before yelling, “Do not come closer. I swear, Weston Zachary Marshall.”

“Why not?” I asked, waving off that she used my full name.

“Because, I’m naked that’s why!” She blurted. I froze as I was about to take another step and blushed as all the dirty thoughts came into my head. Holy crap! My head was on her soft skin the whole night and I didn’t know about it? Call me perv, but come on, if you were a guy, you’d understand. She poked her head out again and looked down at the bulge that came back right when it went away just a minute ago. Trust me. Waking up is the second hardest thing in the morning - if you know what I mean. “Ugh, you pervert,” she said, blushing a deeper red. I just chuckled and let the awkward silence fill in. “Aren’t you going to give me my dress?”

“Nope,” I said. “It tore when you – uh, changed last night.”

“Ugh!” She groaned and I couldn’t help another dirty thought as she grunted that word.

“Here, use my shirt,” I said, taking off my shirt and feeling eyes on my chest. I shivered at her gaze, even if this was probably like the thousandth time she looked at my chest. It never got old for her and her reaction never got old for me.

I threw the shirt at her outstretched hand and she caught it perfectly. She stuck her hand back behind the tree and I heard her sigh as she put it on. I laughed when I heard her intake of my scent.

She came back out shyly and I couldn’t help but look down at her long legs and curves that were seen in my baggy shirt. I was lucky that the white polo was a thick material because if it was sheer and I saw every inch of her, I don’t know what I would do. She stopped a few inches away from the tree before shifting her foot as if she was self conscious of her body. I couldn’t help but lick my lips at her body. It didn’t help with her bed head hair. I groaned and said, “Why do you have to be so beautiful?”

“What? No sexy? No hot? Isn’t that what guys say?” She asked, while laughing shyly.

“What? Heck no. When a guy says a girl is hot, he’s only looking at her body. When a guy say’s a girl is pretty, he’s only looking at her face. But when a guy says a girl is beautiful, he’s looking at her heart and her looks. Trust me when I say that you’re beautiful. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“And how many girls have you told that to?” She asked, laughing again.

“About thirty, but only once did I mean it,” I replied, giving her a heated gaze as to tell her she was the one. I smiled softly at her and she did the same. She rolled her green eyes at me playfully before returning to comfortable silence. But, of course, I broke the silence and joked, “Come on, big girl. Don’t I get a good morning kiss?”

I puckered my lips in a joking matter as she laughed and made her way towards me. I felt a stronger connection towards her because she had changed last night. Relief and comfort washed over me as I took in her delicious strawberry scent and brought her close to me, wrapping my arms around her tiny waist and relishing in the heat radiating off of her.

I brought my lips to hers and kissed her passionately – every kiss getting better than the last. “Hi there,” I whispered while I leaned my head against her forehead and watched as her eyes fluttered open.

Danny smiled and said, “Hey there, Dot. You’re so corny.”

“Only for you, babe,” I said, kissing her nose.

Oh yeah, I was definitely going to love her no matter what form she was in.

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Xo, zabelle06