•Dahlia•
There was a time in my life when I thought that my parents had really had enough of me. I should have been twelve or thirteen at the time.
It was the day that I differentiated into my wolf form. I’d been feeling edgy towards that day, restless and agile. My parents hadn’t noticed the symptoms because they didn’t care about whether I was going to get a good wolf or not.
However, I could remember we were celebrating something in the pack that day. A small occasion where only important members of the pack and their children were invited to.
I’d made a huge mess because I wasn’t prepared. The dinner table was ruined, clothes were ripped apart, and a beautiful silver wolf emerged.
My wolf form had been very agile and destructive at the time, tearing and clawing things apart. I’d d
