Chapter 3

Fucking hell I did it I shifted. Shame its been her who got me to finally achieve it. I knew she would take the credit though, anything to keep the praise and attention on her, but first she had to put me in my place. Not physically anymore, the surprise of the size of my wolf form reflecting in her eyes, knowing it would be too messy and hard to explain away. Even for my future status I was big and unusual colouring, red and gold fur, on off white all coming to an end at my pale paws.

I was magnificent if I didn't say so myself. This of course fucked her off even more. Though she was attractive enough in both human and wolf form, it didn't hold a candle to mine.

For the first time ever or since I've known her, she was speechless. Mouth wide open in surprise, still pinning her to the ground, bearing my canines, growling. Suddenly her facial expression switches as if realising she was showing me fear and shock horror. Her eyes omitting if only for a brief moment that I was better than her. She suddenly regains her composure snapping me out of my wolf's natural instinct haze.

Looking down at her menacing expression glaring back up at me. My ears go back, as I relax my claws and paws, starting to cower off of her, knowing I've messed up big time and I was going to pay for this severely later.

She gets to her feet and calls for my father not taking her burning eyes off me, her crooked smile chilling me to my core, making me feel sick to my stomach.

"Logan my love, Logan"

Moments later father enters the room looking down at his phone, he was always on that thing, pack business and all that.

"What Pauline?" He says uninterested, not even looking up at me.

"Look!" She says as if it was all her, too proud of herself of what she's done.

He glance up briefly not paying attention, then takes a second look at me. His eyes glistening with relief and gratitude.

" Well done my love, well done" he says as he kisses her on the cheek. Her reward for my shifting.

My tail between my legs, I didn't like the way they were looking at me, like I was a prize or a trophy.

He begins to circle me, taking in all my furriness.

"Yes, ok, hum, can work with this, very nice" he says stopping next to Pauline, crossing their arms in unison. What's going on? Work with what for what?

I start feeling weird as if I was loosing hold of something, as if running on empty. It must show on my face or in my aura because father pulls the blanket off the chair next to him and throws it in my direction as I feel the cool air on my bear skin and the cold floor under my hands and feet. Shifting back was a lot less painful but a lot less enjoyable. I feel weak in my human form. Vulnerable.

Positioning the blanket better over me, so I'm not exposing myself to my father, not wanting today to get any worse than it already was.

Father nods his head approvingly and exits the room leaving me alone with Pauline once more. She follows suit but not before informing me that I am to wash the blanket before it is returned to the chair.

"Wash that and add some disinfectant" livid and disgusted that it's touching my naked skin.

Once I'm sure they're not coming back, although why would they, I collapse to the floor, curling up in the blanket in exhaustion, mentally more than physically. This should be a good think I've shifted, a happy, proud moment but why do I feel regretful and sick, really sick. Everyone feels nausea after their first few shifts but this wasn't it. I felt nervously sick to my stomach. Like everything was going to get worse rather than better. I had a dooming feeling like something bad was coming my way. The question is, am I prepared for it.