C3 New To Shifting

Dad sighs as he drives the car. Well, we converse as he drives the car. I can see other cars on the street too. They are not few, I can't count them. Oh, I shouldn't forget, it's Berkeley in California.

"The very first time a wolf thrusts out of one's body and one shifts, it's a little hell." He starts the conversation, and I glare at him, and my great emotions start to wane into dark mixed thoughts of anxiety. Why is he talking about the very first time one shifts? We are going to chill right now, he has to discard that thought.

"It is better to shift with a friend than to shift in the open market. That makes one a bad wolf." He adds. "Shifting with a friend can be controlled. Such friend can tie the wolf with strategies but within the open market? People will flee and cause commotion.'

"I don't get that. Come again." I splatter. "Bad wolf?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, daughter." He replies, and swerves the car to the left direction leading to one of California's wilderness. "We have to go there." He points at the direction with his left index finger, and drives with his right hand.

"Go where?" I ask him, and he sighs. He returns his hand, and drives with both hands. "I thought you said we are going to chill." I add.

"Yes, it's also called chilling!" He splutters.

I remain quiet. And he speaks after few minutes. "By the time you will have to return home to spend your holiday, you would have clocked eighteen years, and turned a wolf when the full moon arises that same evening. The full moon will surely arise then!" My eyes bulge at what he is saying, and I now seem to understand more about werewolves. The more he faces me, the more I understand the structure of werewolves. After some minutes, he slams the brake, and stops the car which leaves the keys jingling, and he comes out of the car after jerking the door open. He turns around to open my door too but I have open it and come out already. He turns the boot's knob open, and clutches the bag onto him. He closes it back. Without saying a word, we both walk into the wilderness. I look up and stare at the beautiful sky as I mutter few words. Dad motions me to stop muttering. After walking a short distance, we stop by a tree. We sit behind it, and my father pats the thick root of the tree, and I sit there while we talk.

"We are waiting for the full moon. I will help you shift tonight." Oh my God, I am so excited. But my excitement is mixed with anxiety - being a bad wolf? Won't I return to an human when I turn? I hope my wolf won't be a bad one. At least, I will see what I do read in novels, in reality, just in few minutes to come.

I sigh and reply. "Okay, Daddy."

"After you shift, then you must make sure you can control it. Duke will let me know what to do by the way." He says. Duke is Dad's wolf. Well, what's my wolf's name? Let me ask Dad.

"You have a question?" Dad asks, seeing that I suddenly vibrates, and face him with wonder written on my face.

"Yes, sure." I answer him. "What is the name of my wolf?" I question, my mouth wide open, waiting for a quick reply, to know if I will scream or pout my lips.

"Beau." He answers, and I close my mouth, widening my smiles instead. My smiles fade, as I look up and see that the moon has increased in its size. I sigh and look at Dad with a wrinkled forehead. Dad stands up, and gazes at the the sky. He affirms it, and smiles. My forehead furrows as he speaks with someone I can't see. I don't know if it is his wolf he is conversing with, or his Luna which is mom. But it seems he is pleading with the person. Before I can say anything, my body is becoming cold.

"I feel cold, Dad." I tell him, spreading my arms for a hug. The way he stares at me let me know that he can't do anything to take away the pain of shifting. But wait, is cold one of the pains?

"Do you also feel cold?" I ask, after he hugs me. "Yes." He says. I don't know if it's a lie or not but let me just believe what I want to. He looses the grip with which he held me close, and now I can see that my feet is starting to grow wild. Dad quickly holds my hands and take me deeper into the wilderness. He ties a rope to a tree, I guess it's incase I don't co-operate. My hands start to grow thick and my nails grow into claws. Just like that! Oh my pretty fingers. So fast? Gosh men! As a result of my hands transforming into a wolf's hands, I fall to the ground, and hit my head on a thick soily heap, making shivering sounds. Dad moves near me hesitantly, and pulls me up but I yank off his hands off me, and even scratch him. If he was not a wolf, he will become one right now. Because I just scratched him. My T-shirt tears apart, and flies away. My black shiny skirt follows after. My eyes bulge out, and rush in, causing flicks of lights the moon gives to pass through. I am on the ground for thirty minutes, staring blankly at Dad. Suddenly, I roll to the left side, and jerk up, wildly. My eyes turn black and red, my hands turn into a monster's claws, bizzarely shifting out to a long sharp instrument as dark hair sprouts from neck, then to all other parts of my body from one end till the other till it fills my whole body. I stand up, and rotate in the air, howling as much as I can. My desires immediately become switched. My smell gets stronger, and I desire to eat human flesh especially the heart at that moment. Dad moves back an inch, and I rush towards him. He pushes me back, and I fall to the ground again. Standing up right now, I am more aggressive, as I cry the hell out of my eyes, not even knowing why. I swirl and stagger around where I am, holding my head with those claws, and banging my head on any object I see. Dad stands at a far distance, and wishes I will shift back soon. He looks up and wishes the full moon will soon evaporate, but it has only increased in size. I scream, and screech, a desire to fight Dad and eat his heart burning seriously in my mind. All the parts of my body change into another thing. The wolf form. We got here at 12:15am and by the time I was relaxed, it is 5 am. Dad watches me as I continue screaming everything out of me. I chase Dad, and he runs for a shelter. He hides behind a thick tree but I can smell him. I sniff around, and I smell a wolf near. "Duke is here." Beau said. I also hear loud heaving of sighs from a direction. In the split of a second, I am there, gasping in front of him. He stares at me, statuesque. He doesn't want to shift or else he will injure me, and the purpose of my shifting being an underage will be defeated. He runs in a zig zig manner, and Beau keeps chasing him, falling, and chasing.

It is quarter to 5am. I shifted for four good hours. After screaming a long distance deep into the wilderness, and hoping a human would pass so I will have the heart, I return, and hit my fluffy ass on the ground. Dad comes behind me, and pets me from the back while I growl uncontrollably. He pats my hairy skin, and it extracts itself from my skin until is completely replenished into my human skin. I can see Dad sprawling some clothes on the ground as He chooses it one by one, wearing it for me. some clothes for me. He sits on the ground, and lifts me up to sit on his laps. I notice that I am not on any cloth. When he notices that I am wondering how, he stretches the clothes to me to wear them, and he faces the other direction. But when I can not help staring, he resumes wearing it for me. As he wears it, he sighs. He pulls my left leg up, tucking in the first leg of a pyjamas. He does that for the right leg too and then he rolls the end of the pyjamas. I wonder what he is up to. He observes a thing, and rolls back the pyjamas again. In all this process, I have covered my shoulders down to my navel with leaves. Dad is not aware yet. He just helped me shift so it won't get tough when I get to school where I will clock eighteen years. By then, I will only have to look for my mate and shift at whatever time I want. He takes away those leaves, and hands over a shirt to me. I stare at him. Why can't he wear that for me too? Why am I thinking all this? But at least, he has seen my body from childhood but once I reach age 18, I won't allow this to happen anymore. Only my mate will be permitted to do it. He tucks me into the thick shirt, and afterwards wears a pullover on my body. So I think cold is not a symptom of shifting. Maybe the weather is cold after all. After he is done, he stands up, and pulls me up. We both walk down to where he parked his car. He opens the car's door knob for me, and I enter, sit, and bow my head. He closes it, and enters into the car as well. It is 5:30am now. He starts the car, and zoom off.