Life Because of Her

First contact

Mollie and the invisible wolf, who's name I was yet to discover, seemed to have calmed down. They were both standing there, panting, after the intense fight they had just had. The strength of the invisible wolf shocked Mollie and it seemed to have put her on edge. Pacing back and forth, I was struggling to understand why. Why now? Why here? Why her? With the last question, I peered over towards The Invisible Wolf and grunted. 

I closed off my mind to any other thoughts about turning into my wolf and shifted back into myself. I then moved closer to The Invisible Wolf and studied her closely trying to figure out what made her so special...

4 & 1/2 Years ago:

I entered the halls of Mystic Hills High a completely different person. It had been 6 months since I first became a werewolf. I was adjusting to the new life, but barely. It had taken a few months to get used to the heightened senses. However, I still hadn't taken control of when I want to turn into my wolf. There had been a few close calls but we had figured out that emotions had a lot to do with it. Cameron was helping me. He had hundreds of books on supernatural things and along with his fathers Supernatural Chronomica, I had all the information I needed to help me become whatever I was becoming.

"Hey, Harry" I heard from behind. Speaking of the devil, Cameron appeared through the double doors. He had his usual energetic mood and grabbed me by the shoulders, walking me towards our lockers. "Did you revise for the algebra test today?" The realisation hit my face as I remembered that the algebra test was moved to this week instead of next week.

"Shit... I forgot" Cameron chuckled and patted me on the back. It was true, I had forgotten. I have been so consumed with this supernatural stuff that I had forgotten about the test. What was I going to do?

"Good luck dude... You're gonna need it" Cameron wasn't helping at all. Yeah, he was my best friend, but sometimes he can be really annoying. The bell rang and I made my way to the hall.

There were rows and rows of desks. Finding my seat, I sat down with a slump and put my head on the desk, hoping this day would end. One of the teachers started talking but I was too tired and distracted to understand what he was saying. What I did manage to hear was,

"You may now start!" I sighed as I opened my test. I wasn't the most intelligent student, but I knew some stuff. Basic algebra was easy for me, I just struggled to keep focused most of the time. Especially since my new founded abilities caused me to think about a hundred different things on top of my everyday stresses.

50 minutes went by as I looked through the test paper checking for any mistakes or easy marks I could pick up on. Flipping to page 3, I started to feel hot. I wasn't feeling too good. This test was giving me major anxiety and I was feeling hungry... Really hungry. It was happening. I was going to turn. I had to get a hold of myself and control these emotions otherwise I would expose not only myself but the supernatural world. I would hate to think of the consequences of that. 

The teacher interrupted my thoughts and attempt to control my emotions by saying that the exam was over. Relief filled my body as I was free from the exam hall.

I was about to look for Cameron when the sudden urge to feed and feeling of intense hunger took over my body again. This time stronger. Other emotions were acting up and I had no idea which ones. I was just focused on trying to stop myself from turning. 

"I'm hungry..." My thoughts were loud in my head. All of a sudden I felt a weird tingling sensation. The feeling was similar to the first night I turned however the pain wasn't there. 

"We can't turn at school!" I tried to reason with my brain, my animalistic wolf side, but it seemed to have most of the control. "There are innocent people here... I don't want to hurt anyone" I didn't seem to be getting the idea through well enough and the wolf inside of me carried on forcing his way out. I still had some control of my body so I decided to make a run for it. Passing through the corridors, it was getting harder to fight back my wolf. I wasn't going to make it out of school so I had to find somewhere to hide. The janitors closet was close by and I decided to go inside. The door was locked. This wasn't going well. I pulled on the door handle a second time when it snapped. The handle came clean off. Another benefit of being a werewolf... Increased strength.

Opening the door and closing it the best I could behind me, I fell to the floor. The metal bucket showed my reflection and I could see my ears getting bigger and more defined. On top of that, my face was slowly being consumed by rough, bristly hair. My eyes turned silver, causing the dark room to illuminate a silvery colour. I had to stop my wolf before I fully turned.

"Stop!" I shouted as loud as I could in my thoughts. My forceful anger seemed to ease the pain and suppress the wolf from escaping. But it wouldn't be long before I lose control again. As quick as it had stopped I began to lose control again, the wolf part of me trying to escape. Fighting stronger this time. I started to panic as I didn't want to turn. Eventually screaming,

"STOP!" This time it wasn't in my head and I wouldn't be surprised if the whole school heard me. I became lightheaded at how much strength and will power it was taking for me to stop turning in the middle of the janitors closet. I started to blackout and soon my head was lying on the cold floor and I was dizzy and barely conscious. At least I wasn't turning anymore. I had managed to stop the turning this time but what would happen if I couldn't next time? It could happen at any moment. At that thought, I decided I needed to leave. 

Exiting the janitors closet, I was confronted by Cameron.

"What were you doing in there Harry?" His face was puzzled and my wolf chuckled in my head. That was something I had to get used to.

"Long story," I said, exhausted. "I just wanna go home... I'm starving"