Chapter 17: The First Lesson
They made me stand in that pool for six hours.
"Feel the current," Aaliyah instructed from the edge. "Water isn't just substance. It's memory. It's emotion. It's life itself. Stop trying to control it and start conversing with it."
"I'm talking to water," I muttered. "This is my life now."
Darren, sitting cross-legged on the stone, laughed. "I spent three months howling at the moon before I learned to shift properly. At least your training doesn't involve nudity."
"Werewolf problems," Susan said from her perch on the wall. She'd brought a book and seemed content to read whilst I flailed about like an i***t.
The water around my legs rippled with each frustrated thought. When I got angry, it boiled. When I felt sad, it went cold. When I tried to make it do
