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Rejection on the Full Moon

Chapter 2 The First Shift

Word Count: 1442    |    Released on: 02/03/2024

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school for the day. About an hour ago, I went to the kitchen for a drink, and that's when it started. My ankle somehow broke on its own, a

th fear and worry. I then realize that the fever I had since last night wasn't a cold or flu.

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knew that the first shift would be a painful process, but he reassured my siblings and me that we would be fine when it happens at sixteen. But I'm shifting now at only six y

y father says with pride as he reassures my mom that everything will be all right. He hug

e's right; it does help the burning feeling inside. But my skin feels like it's on fire, like when I accidentally burnt my foot with hot

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pain is way more unbearable than before. Tears were streaming down my face as my jaw

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possibility of me making it through the shift at th

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by the fur that continues to pierce my skin like sharp needles.

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on. The house is quiet, but I could sense my parents in the room. Their presence

I couldn't. It took me a moment until my mind wrapped around the fact that I was in wolf form. My tail thumps gently, and I let out a soft whine. It was

spot behind the kitchen island. My parents gasp, and I stare at their faces. Their eyes widen with awe as they carefully wat

d softly petting me. I give her a puzzled look as my father walks away to proceed with my mother's request. After a few minutes, he returns with the mirror, th

dy being led to a spot, curiosity causing me to

at me. From what I can see, I'm the size of a full-grown medium-sized dog. I look smaller than most werewolves who shift for the first time, but I still look bigger than

st it. Like the surface of the sun with multiple shades of oranges, reds, and yellows, it holds my attention in the reflection of the mirror.

s left me to watch my reflection alone as I sit quietly on the kitchen floor. Every now and then, they would remind me to drink water or eat food t

m the front door closed. School must have ended for the day

siblings had shifted early, Zack at age ten and Mia at age nine. Zack is now fourteen, and Mia is eleven. Both have more experience as wolves over me and know the pa

Mia asks in awe, her

ft." My father answers, taking the mirror away from me. I whimper in pro

clumsy attempts to keep the image of my fur in front of me has my body tripping and slipping on the hardwood floor every few steps until father and the mirror were both too far to catch up. I can hear gasps from my siblings, turning to see their eyes s

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