**** As I walked through the empty streets, a heaviness settled upon my chest, pressing down on my soul. The weight of my disappointment was suffocating, and I couldn't hold back the flood of tears that streamed down my face. Each step felt like an uphill battle, my weary legs carrying the burden o
EMILY. As I walked into work that day, a lingering unease gnawed at my mind. I couldn't shake off the troubling incident from my last shift, where my wolf form had inexplicably decreased in size. It was a baffling phenomenon that left me perplexed and anxious. Shapeshifting was a fundamental part o
Images of my wolf form flickered in my mind, a whirlwind of memories and emotions. I remembered the first time I shifted, the exhilaration and freedom that came with it. I recalled the sense of power and grace as I ran through moonlit forests, the wind rustling through my fur. Shape shifting had alw
EMILY. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, gently nudging me awake from my slumber. As consciousness returned, I found myself enveloped in a sense of inexplicable happiness, a warm glow that suffused every fiber of my being. I stretched lazily, savoring the comforting embrace of m
How could I face the Pack, my fellow shifters, knowing that my wolf had diminished in size? The shame and self-doubt threatened to engulf me, shattering the foundation of the newfound joy that had sustained me throughout the day. I felt the weight of judgment pressing down upon me, envisioning their
Whispers began to circulate, words that reached my ears with a sting sharper than any physical pain. "Is that it? Such a small wolf," one voice murmured, dripping with disappointment. "I never expected her to be so... inadequate," another added, their words laced with a subtle disdain. My packmates
EMILY. I crumbled onto the cold, unforgiving floor of my apartment, my body wracked with sobs that seemed to emerge from the depths of my soul. The weight of disappointment and rejection bore down upon me, squeezing the air from my lungs and leaving me gasping for breath. Tears streamed down my fa
I jolted awake as the blaring alarm shattered the tranquility of my slumber. My heart raced, the remnants of a restless night still clinging to my consciousness. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—I had overslept. Panic surged through my veins, propelling me into a frenzy of motion. The al