Werewolf Compilations

Chapter 66

Escaping across the borders isn't easy, but when I get across I don't stop running. I strip my clothes

and shift, hair spurting, bones moving, cracking, my jaw being remolded, paws growing, nails

hardening, eyes changing, glowing, I become a beast. With my clothes trapped in my teeth, I run. I am

a monster lurking through the night, I am a girl desperate to live.

I don't know where I am going, all I know is that I have to leave. So I am.

By the time the sun begins to rise, I spot something in the distance, a clearing. A road. It was my first

time on a road when I had journeyed to the Grant Pack, and seeing one again gives me hope. I hurry to

it, making sure to shift and change beforehand just in case any cars come along.

With a racing heart, I study it. Gazing off in each direction, walking alongside it until something in the

distance grabs my attention. A car comes speeding down the road, and I hold my breath as it passes

me. I watch it until it disappears, then my mind flourishes with new possibilities. A first, I planned on

finding my way back home, back to my mother, but now I know that I need to follow that car.

I shift back in the woods, hidden by a few trees but still able to see the road. I follow it for many hours

until the sun stretches to the top of the sky—energized by the unknown. I slow down when I spot a sign

standing a few meters from the road, and I have to leave the trees to read it. Welcome to Fairview. My

body grows warm. I don't know what Fairview is, but I have an idea. Shifting back and slipping on my

clothes, I walk back out to the road and stand in front of the sign. It is made of wood—corners

damaged by the weather—and the letters are dark, bold enough for the drivers to see while speeding

by. I run my hand over the letters and look down the road. There, in the distance, I can see an outline

of things, of buildings. My heart picks up speed.

On a limb, I hesitantly continue down the road on foot. I know a few things about humans. I know that

they don't have mates. I know that they have an intricate system and not Alpha's and Beta's and

Luna's. I know that they don't live in packs, but they live on their own, controlling their own lives. I know

that they can be dangerous, more so than I can be. I know that they live in cities and towns with many

buildings and houses and roads and people. The more I think about it, the more of an adrenaline rush I

get.

I have to blend in. I have to act how they act, but I am not sure how that is. I have seen some movies,

but I have a feeling that movies aren't realistic because in the movies people always end up happy.

That can't be realistic.

The road comes to a point where another crosses through it, then another, then they all cross through

each other and I realize that I am getting close enough to come face to face with people. I see one in

the distance. She is standing outside a brick building, leaning against the wall on a phone. As I near

her I notice that she is yelling and that the building has a car painted on the side. Then in bold letters, I

read Chuck's Garage. I don't know what a garage is beside one that comes with a house. And

underneath that it says: Auto Body Shop. I don't know what an auto body shop is either, and I become

nervous.

Not wanting to approach the woman, I cross the street and walk on the other side. On this side, I find a

dirt lot then a junkyard, and none of it looks pretty. As I journey down, walking as if I have no plans to

go anywhere, I notice that the town begins to come together, more buildings and more people for me to

dodge. A theater, a small restaurant, a green space that looks like a park. I can no longer avoid the

people, and my hands squeeze into fists when they pass me.

I find a boutique, and just for kicks, I wander inside. There are clothes on display and bags and a hat

with plenty of sparkles. I find it quite ugly, but when I look to the side I see a woman with one in her

hands. Curious, I run my hands over long dresses and beaded jackets, not finding any of them pretty,

but simply interesting to the touch. The dress has sequins on the bottom and when I run my fingers

over it, the sequins flip over and show a different color.

I leave the boutique and continue down the street, sitting on a bench when I come up to the green

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I feel lost. I feel like I'm in a parallel universe and I don't know how to act. Part of me yearns to go back

and lay in bed and read the diary and live out my days like so because as much as I want to be human

right now, I'll never be. The worrying part is that I am not sure if I can go back. If they know that I've left

for human society, I'll never be let back in, I'll never see my mother again. What have I done? This was

a mistake. This was a mistake and I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix it.