Seth
This morning when I woke up with the uncontrollable urge to shift, I never expected to find my mate at the end of the run.
It’s always been weird for me, the shifting, I mean. Unlike normal werewolves I can practically shift whenever I want to. I usually don’t. Back in the day when it started happening, I was freaking the hell out because of what it would mean for the rest of the gang. They surely wouldn’t need a freak like me. Something more - the moment they knew, they’d see me as a danger and cast me out. So, I never told anyone, ashamed of what I was, of who I was.
I usually avoided shifting unless the need got too strong and then I’d drive for miles and miles until I found a safe territory where no one would spot me or accuse me of trespassing. A place, where no living soul
