Chapter 11

Neah hadn't realized that her eighteenth day of birth had come, different thoughts had occupied her mind that she had forgotten. It was usually on the eighteenth birthday that werewolves had their third shift and if one still doesn't make a change, then they were considered as humans or even cursed.

So hers happening now was still a crossbow of shock, surprise and pain. Neah had given up, she had thought she wouldn't have any shift since two seasons had passed her.

Her bones and cartilages continued resetting it self. She felt herself gradually mushing to the wild thick grasses.

She didn't realize where she had ran to but she knew she was miles away from the house.

Her head reduced to the ground and her hands and legs now replaced with sharp paws pranced forward, with brazes, the last transformation kicked in and her head turned animalistic.

In that instant the pain stopped and she felt the cold whooshing wind wash her skin-furs.

She felt alive and whole with her eyes still tightly