The Runt

Chapter 2:Donya

To say that I was upset was an understatement. I knew the chances of my parents agreeing to me going was slim to none. To say that I was sheltered at my big age was indeed laughable because I had no real experience with anyone over the age of 15.

I wasn't afforded the same joys of life all because I almost died phasing at 6 years of age. I can still remember the pain from my body trying to shift around and breaking. Trying to form my already tiny body into that of my inner wolf.

My brothers who had phased into pups seconds before me howled in pain with me alerting my parents. It was my mom who found us first. I can distinctly recall the look of horror on my momma's face and how her screams blended in with my brothers' howls. The last thing I remembered was my daddy sliding into the room from going to fast and almost loosing balance.

When I had woken up I was in our local hospital with with IV lines attached to me and my little body shaking and my tiny voice calling out for my parents in fear. I had learned when I was much older that after the phasing incident I was in a coma for 6 weeks and I was never able to phase since. I was told that if I tried again it could kill me. So to prevent that from happening I was given a silver and wolfbane bracelet to ward off the phasing until I was old enough to control it onmy own.

I could understand my parents fears, but their fears have also stunted me in a lot of ways. I wasn't like all the wolves my age. I wasn't even the same as my brothers even though we were raised in the same household. I was in the place of being in between an adult and a child from the way I have been raised. I was cuddled, babified, and sheltered since the time I was young.

Even though I could understand my parents fears did not mean that I couldn't be free to do adult things like everyone else. I was the first runt in my pack since anyone could remember, but it didn't mean I wasn't capable. That I didn't long to be out there and with wolves my own age. My parents loved me, but there fear was suffocating me.

After being in my room for some time I decided to go out. I walked down the stairs to see my mom dusting the living room. She was by the bookcase when I stepped down from the stairs and into the open floor plan of our home. My dad was no where to be found so I know he was in their room sleeping.

"Mom, I'm going for a walk," I stated before making my way to the shoe rack by the front door.

My mother paused before turning to face me. The sun hit her brown skin making her glow. Her long natural 4C hair was in thick twists down her shoulders and back. I could tell that she wanted to say something to me, but instead she just smiled and nodded. I smiled back and then headed out the front door.

As I stepped outside and into the bright sun I let out a long exhale before stepping down the steps in a quick jog and began my walk.