A/N: This is the first werewolf fic I've ever done, and I hope you all like it. Anyway, review and tell me what you think and enjoy.
Rachel thought of herself as pretty normal. Well, as normal as you can get being on the lowest of McKinley's social ladder. It was her senior year though, and Rachel thought things were going pretty well. She had Finn, and the two seemed to be on good terms for once, and Glee Club was doing good, somewhat. As good as it could get with some of its members in the Troubletones.
As she opened her locker, she looked out at the hallway and frowned when she saw Shelby walking down the hall. The two hardly talked since Shelby started working at McKinley and a part of Rachel wanted to talk to her, but she didn't know how. The other part, which was actually most of her really, wanted nothing to do with Shelby. Shelby looked in the direction of Rachel's locker and Rachel quickly turned her head back to the locker.
Rachel didn't understand, Shelby had put so much effort to getting Rachel to meet her, she was willing to play Jessie to make that happen. Rachel started to get angry as she remembered letting Jessie in and having him egg her in the end. She shuddered just thinking about it. In the end, Shelby just abandoned her again, leaving her more hurt than ever before.
Rachel let out a frustrated sigh and slammed her locker closed in frustration. A few people around her jumped in surprise, not expecting the loud bang, but she didn't notice. She snuck a glance at Shelby, who was staring right at her, and walked away with a huff.
She needed to get to Glee club, well her Glee club, since Shelby had her own to get to. Rachel sighed as she sank into her seat in the choir room, trying to get Shelby out of her mind. Despite how calmed she looked to everyone about Shelby teaching, truth was she wasn't. Shelby brought back bad memories that she rather live without. Glee Club went as smoothly as it possibly could that day, and she went home feeling normal.
It was the day after that she started to feel strange. She had woken up in a start, sweating and breathing hard from a dream she didn't even remember. She brought her hand up to her face and wiped some of the sweat away and when she turned over to look at the clock she frowned a little. It was in the middle of the morning, and she usually woke up to her alarm.
She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but she kept waking up every hour until her alarm went off. She ended up more tired than usual, but she still used her elliptical, after all, she didn't let anything interfere with her schedule. When she got to school she went straight to her locker and rested her head against it and closed her eyes for a moment. It wasn't until she put her head against the cool metal surface that she realized she was heating up. She frowned as she thought about it, she usually never got sick.
She jumped when she felt someone tap her shoulder and she spun around to see Finn sanding in front of her. He had a dopey smile on his face and she straightened up and smiled up at him.
"Hey," Finn said. "What's up?"
"Hello Finn, how's your day so far?" Finn looked confused for a second and shrugged.
"Day's just started, so I don't know."
"Oh, right, well hopefully it'll be good." Finn nodded and Rachel turned back to her locker. After getting everything she needed, she walked to class with Finn.
The rest of the day been tired from the morning and had started sleeping in class. She mentally scolded herself and tried to stay awake for them, but no matter how hard she tried she would put her head down and close her eyes.
By the time it she had Glee Club to go to, she wondered if she had the energy to stay awake during it. She was lost in her thoughts, debating about skipping it to go home and sleep, that when she turned the corner, she hadn't realized there was a person in front of her. She crashed into the person, knocking both of their things out of their hands.
"What the hell, Berry!" Rachel looked up to see Santana scowling down at her. Santana sighed and knelt down to pick up her things, and Rachel quickly knelt down as well and tried to help.
"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention and I should have, because really, it is pretty ridiculous of me not to and-"Rachel took a deep breath and cut herself off and rubbed her temple while Santana raised her eyebrows at her. Rachel saw her looking and looked away embarrassedly.
"Well, you seem pretty off…" Santana said quietly, mostly to herself, and Rachel was a bit surprised by the lightness of her tone. It wasn't harsh at all, more like…caring? Rachel frowned as she thought of Santana caring about her, which she didn't think was possible. If anything, the taller girl only stood Rachel because they were in the same club. But that was then, now they were enemies all over again.
"Just watch where you're going next time, dwarf." Santana said coldly, snapping Rachel out of her thoughts, and walked past Rachel. As she did, she made sure to step on Rachel's things and kicked farther away from the shorter girl's grasp.
Santana walked down the hall and just before she entered the room where the Troubletones practiced, she gave one last look to Rachel, who was still on the floor picking everything up. For a second, Santana felt a little guilty, but she quickly pushed the feeling away. She walked into the room, where Shelby was sitting at the piano trying to teach Sugar how to sing decently. Santana winced at the sound of Sugar trying a high note, which sounded more like a bird screeching.
"Ugh, kill me now." Santana said quietly over Sugar's horrible singing. Even Shelby looked like she wanted to strangle the girl. Which, as Santana thought about it, sounded really tempting. Santana thought back to when she was in New Directions, and she may not have gotten every song, but at least Rachel could sing.
Rachel sighed as she collapsed onto her bed. She had stayed awake in Glee Club, surprisingly but by the time she got home she was exhausted. It was strange, she was never this tired before. She just shrugged it off though and closed her eyes and fell asleep easily.
However, just like the previous night, she woke up in the middle of the night. She groaned in frustration and closed her eyes again to try and get sleep, but it was useless. Finally, she got up out of bed and looked out the window and frowned.
It wasn't that warm outside, since it was almost winter, especially at night. For some reason, though, Rachel felt warmer than usual. She sighed and put her forehead to the glass for a few minutes, letting the window transfer all its coldness to her, before going back to bed.
In the end, she barely got any sleep again. The rest of the day she tried not to crash into anyone again, especially Santana. The last thing she needed was Santana yelling at her. She ended up sleeping in all her classes, again, despite how much she tried not to. In one of the classes she shared with Puck, he looked at her worriedly and nudged her shoulder. She growled out at the interruption to her sleep and snapped her head up.
"You okay?" Puck asked, not missing the way Rachel was looking at him angrily.
"Fine." Rachel spat the short response, making Puck raise an eyebrow at her as she lowered her head again. Puck didn't say anything else, but kept watching her closely out of the corner of his eye the rest of class.
As soon as the bell rang, Rachel picked up her things and quickly walked out of the classroom. She had felt Puck's eyes on her during the period and it made her uncomfortable. Plus, she had felt bad about snapping at Puck, and she didn't even know why she did. All she knew was that she was finally getting some sleep and being stirred out of it bothered her more than it should have. It was odd to get angry over something small like that, especially when Puck was just worried about her.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't pay attention to where she was going and she crashed into another person , bringing all of their things to the floor. Rachel was about to fall back, until she felt strong hands grab her and keep her in place.
"Are you okay?" Rachel looked up to see Shelby holding onto her, looking at her worriedly.
"I-I'm fine," Rachel straightened up and looked down at Shelby's hands. "Could you please, um," Shelby looked down and quickly let go before kneeling down to pick her things back up. Rachel knelt down as well and helped. "I'm really sorry, I should have looked, but I was so lost in my thoughts and tired that I-" Rachel sighed and rubbed her head. "First Santana, now you, who am I going to crash into next?" Shelby smiled silently as she listened to Rachel and when it was clear Rachel wasn't going to talk anymore she spoke up.
"You crashed into Santana too?" Shelby asked and Rachel nodded.
"Yes, yesterday, and she wasn't very happy after that." Shelby chuckled, at least that explained Santana coming to Glee Club moodier than usual.
"I bet," Shelby was done collecting her things and helped Rachel pick up her books. When they both had their things they stood up and Shelby looked at Rachel. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Of course, why do people keep asking me that?" Shelby reached out and put her hand to Rachel's forehead, making Rachel take in a hitched breath and still.
"You're really warm," Shelby stared at Rachel with an unreadable expression. "And you look tired." Rachel took a deep breath. She wasn't used to Shelby touching her like this. Being this…motherly. The bell rang, making both of them jump. Rachel took a step back and brought her books closer to her.
"I-I'm late, I have to go." She looked down and quickly walked past Shelby. As she walked, she didn't have to look back to know Shelby was staring at her, she could feel it.
Rachel and Shelby didn't cross paths the rest of the day, but every time Shelby saw Rachel she made sure to pay extra attention to her. Which, Shelby found out as she watched her, almost nobody paid any attention to the short girl, aside from a few.
Puck noticed and would look at Rachel with worry in his eyes, Quinn and Brittany would share a look with each other and occasionally watch Rachel from the distance. What shocked Shelby the most was that the last person she'd expect to care did, in fact, care. Santana would watch Rachel nearly all the time, in class and in the hallway. One time Santana caught Shelby watching her, and she scowled before purposely not in the direction of Rachel but Shelby already knew and she didn't miss the look of worry on Santana's face. It was hidden, but Shelby was good at seeing past people's masks, especially at the moment.
Shelby scowled every time she saw Finn, though the boy was supposed to Rachel's boyfriend, he noticed nothing. He didn't have a look of concern on his face like the others and was clearly oblivious to Rachel's odd behavior, making Puck glare at him when Finn wasn't looking.
Rachel sighed as she sat in the middle of Glee Club and leaned forward to rest her head in her hands. She closed her eyes as Mr. Schuester started talking about songs to beat the Troubletones. She hadn't realized she fell asleep until she heard her name being called.
"Rachel? Rachel?" She opened her eyes to see Mr. Schuester and the rest of the New Directions looking at her. She blinked and sat up straight in her chair.
"Yes, Mr. Schuester?" She said as brightly as she could.
"Are you okay?" He asked and Rachel gave him the best smile she could muster.
"I'm fine, just a little sleepy," She said and he nodded, convinced at her words. "Now, I assume you need song choices, right Mr. Schuester? Because I have plenty." She could hear groans around her, but at least the main people who hated her worry gone, at least.
She somehow managed to stay awake for the rest of Glee Club, and it helped that she was doing most of the talking that day. As soon as it was over everyone shot out of their seats, including Finn, and headed out the door. Finn walked up to her and smiled down at her.
"Hey, Rachel, that was great," He looked at the doorway, then back to Rachel. "Look, I, like, gotta go, so…" Rachel sighed and nodded. Finn smiled and leaned down to kiss her cheek before heading out the door like the rest.
Rachel slowly walked out and headed back to her locker. As she was putting away the last of her books, she felt someone walk behind her and she stiffened. She quickly turned around and was met with Shelby.
"Rachel." Shelby said with a smile.
"Shelby." Rachel said warily. The two fell in uncomfortable silence and Shelby took a deep breath.
"There's something different about you, and…" Shelby bit her lip, she really didn't know how to say what she wanted to say. Rachel furrowed her eyebrows together and frowned.
"How would you know if I am acting different?" Rachel asked and Shelby sighed. It was now or never.
"Because I've been there before," Shelby said softly and Rachel looked at her confused. "You've been feeling really warm lately, like you have a cold or something, and you're having trouble sleeping at night. You lose your temper sometimes and maybe even have weird dreams, which you never really remember." Rachel's eyes widened and she took a step back.
"How did you know about that?" Shelby looked around the hallway, thankfully it was empty, and looked back at Rachel.
"I know this is going to be hard to believe, and I should have told you soon given the circumstances, but just listen, okay?" Shelby waited until she saw Rachel slowly nod her head. Shelby took a deep breath, she wasn't sure how to explain. "There's a reason for that, which is because you're a…werewolf." Rachel blinked and looked at Shelby.
"Are you insane?" Rachel said loudly. Rachel shook her head, did Shelby really believe that? "Shelby, they aren't real," Shelby rolled her eyes, she was expecting this. "They are fake creatures created by someone years ago. I'm perfectly human and just been having a bad week that you somehow know of."
"Rachel, they aren't fake," Shelby said. "Because I'm one too." Rachel scoffed and shook her head.
"No, that isn't possible. Werewolves aren't real, Shelby. If you truly believe that, then you need help. I have to go." Shelby's eyes narrowed in annoyance, she wasn't crazy. As Rachel turned around and started walking away, Shelby angrily walked up behind Rachel and grabbed her wrist. She harshly turned Rachel around so she was facing her again.
"I'm not crazy," Shelby said harshly, and Rachel was momentarily afraid. Shelby hadn't noticed how hard she was gripping Rachel's wrist, making the smaller girl wince and try to pull away. It wasn't really her fault, Rachel didn't believe her and it was testing her patience, and it was close to the full moon so her emotions were going a little crazy and hard to contain. "Trust me, what you're feeling now, it will only get worse as it gets closer to the full moon, especially for the first turn."
Shelby looked down at her hand still gripping Rachel's wrist and let go. Rachel quickly brought it up to her chest and rubbed it. She looked up at Shelby fearfully and Shelby immediately felt guilty for letting her emotions get the best of her. She opened her mouth to apologize, but Rachel was already backing away.
"I-I should go…" She turned around and walked away quickly. Shelby groaned and rubbed her forehead. All she wanted was to warn Rachel, and now the girl was afraid of her. That was not how she planned her talk with Rachel to go. But then again, she never expected to pass on her werewolf genes to Rachel.
Rachel was laying in bed that night, thinking of what Shelby had said. Everything Shelby had guessed was right, and now Shelby said tings would get worse. Rachel shuddered, fearing how worse it could get. She already wasn't getting any sleep at night anymore.
She sat up in her bed and looked over at the calendar she had attached to the wall on the other side of the room. It was odd, it was the middle of the night, or early morning by now, and dark yet she could see thing relatively well. She just chalked it up to getting used to the dark, after all, werewolves weren't real and she was sure she wasn't going to be turning into one.
She looked at the date now and looked for the next full moon, which was in one day. She wondered what else her body will do to her. She bit her lip as she thought of herself being a werewolf and the possibility of it being true. Rachel quickly shook her head, she wasn't a werewolf, and they weren't real.
The next day Rachel, did, in fact, feel worse. She was exhausted from the night before and she felt like jumping out of her skin at the same time. As she stood at her locker, Finn came up behind her and stood too close for comfort.
"Hey, Rachel." He gave her his usual dopey grin and she just nodded. He frowned, confused that his smile didn't make her give one back. Rachel slowly grabbed her books, scowling because Finn's presence was making her unusually grumpy.
He was standing close to her, too close. She could feel him, feel the way his body was stiff and towering over her. Oddly enough, she could swear she could faintly hear his heart, but that was just crazy to her. But it seemed like his heart was beating like it was nervous. Why would he be nervous?
"Rachel, you okay?" Finn asked and Rachel nodded.
"Yes, I was just going to ask you the same question." She said quietly.
"What?" He asked confused. Rachel sighed and shook her head.
"Nothing." Finn nodded and gave her his dopey grin again. The bell rang and he took her hand, walking her down the hall to her first class. As they walked, she looked down at their joined hands and frowned. She never noticed how much larger his hands were, how her hand fitted uncomfortably in him. As they walked, she noticed she smelled things differently too, looking around, she found the smells were coming from the other students. One smell, though, was the strongest. Turning her head, she inched her face closer to Finn and took a wiff.
"Did you change cologne or something?" Finn frowned and laughed lightly.
"What are you talking about?" Rachel frowned and shook her head.
"Nothing." Finn shrugged and they continued walking. As they walked, Rachel tilted her head away from Finn, she didn't particularly like the smell, and she didn't know why Finn suddenly smelled so bad.
After he kissed her on the cheek she ran inside the classroom and collapsed at her desk. She took a deep breath, but that didn't help much, because she could still smell everyone. As everyone else piled in, the smells became more intense.
Rachel sighed, it was only first period and she already wanted to run away. The rest of the day went the same and Rachel found she didn't really like her new ability to smell others. Especially when she found half of the people in the school to smell bad.
It wasn't until she was sitting in one of the afternoon classes, thinking of how to corner Shelby and ask her questions, not that she believed her or anything, when someone walked in right before the bell. Someone who smelled very good.
Rachel stiffened as she heard the person sit next to her, making the smell beyond intoxicating. Rachel put her hand to her nose and clenched her fist. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Santana sitting lazily in her seat. Of course it would be Santana. Rachel closed her eyes and turned her head away, trying not to think about how good she smelled.
All Rachel wanted to do was to lean closer to Santana and breath in her scent, but she forced herself not to, since she didn't want to look more like a freak than she already was. The rest of the period she couldn't concentrate at all and when the bell rang, she stood up and walked out of the room as fast as she could. If she stayed any longer, Rachel wasn't sure she could control herself, that she wouldn't just throw herself at Santana just to smell her.
She went straight to the first place she thought of, the auditorium. Sometimes, she would sneak in during lunch hours and practice singing. As she walked in, she sighed in relief when she found the auditorium empty as always.
She walked up to the stage and laid down in the middle of it, thinking about how odd her week had been. Rachel thought that maybe Shelby had been telling the truth, after all, too many weird things ere happening lately.
The weirdest for Rachel, though, had to be the heightened smell. Rachel groaned as she remembered everyone's smell and how Finn smelled the worst. But then there was Santana, who smelled so good. A small smile formed on Rachel's lips as she remembered how great Santana smelled. As she thought about Santana, she hadn't noticed the door opening and someone walking in.
"What are you smiling about?" Rachel jumped and shot up to a sitting position. She quickly turned her head to see Shelby walking up to her with a smile. Rachel sighed and looked away as Shelby climbed onto the stage.
"How did you find me?" Shelby frowned as Rachel kept looking away from her.
"Well, this is a place I would go if I needed to think."
"Go figure," Rachel said softly, but Shelby heard it anyway. Rachel finally looked up at Shelby and frowned. "Why do I keep smelling things like I'm a dog?" Shelby raised her eyebrows.
"One, werewolves are not dogs, and two, that's part of the transformation. Your sense of smell gets heightened before the full moon. I'm guessing you notice people have a scent to them," Shelby smiled hopefully. "Do you believe me now?"
"No," Rachel said quickly, making Shelby frown again. "I was just asking a question about an odd change in my usual behavior."
"My god you're stubborn," Shelby sighed and knelt down in front of Rachel. "Rachel, stay with me tonight, please."
"Why?" Rachel asked, not liking how close Shelby was.
"Because it's the night of the full moon and I don't want you to go through this alone," Rachel opened her mouth to speak but Shelby held up a hand. "Stay with me tonight, just tonight, to prove to you that I'm telling you the truth." Rachel sighed and stood up and Shelby stood up as well.
"Shelby, I-I…why are you caring so much now?" Rachel shook her head. "Why now? After you abandoned me?"
"I didn't think you needed me until now." Rachel shook her head again and scoffed.
"I always needed you, why can't you understand that?" Rachel said loudly, her eyes full of hurt, and quickly walked past Shelby, who was feeling to guilty and hurt to try and stop her. Hurting Rachel was the last thing she wanted, and it killed her knowing that was exactly what she did.
The bell rang, making Shelby snap out of her thoughts and jump a little. Sighing, she jumped off the stage and walked to her next class. Unfortunately, she couldn't get a chance to talk to Rachel again, it seemed like the girl was doing everything in her power to avoid Shelby.
Shelby hoped Rachel would take up her offer. One of the worst things for a new werewolf was to go through their first transformation alone and scared. Shelby was so caught up with her thoughts of Rachel that she wasn't paying attention in her Glee Club.
"Ms. Corcoren, are you okay? Shelby looked up at Mercedes from her spot at the piano bench and blinked.
"What was that?" Mercedes motion to the music sheets sitting on top of the piano.
"You skipped a note." Shelby looked at the sheets and sighed when she realize she did miss a note.
"I'm sorry girls, it's just, I've had a lot on my mind today. Do you mind if we skip practice today?" Mercedes looked at the other three members and they shrugged.
"That's fine," Mercedes said and the four went to pick up their stuff. As they did, Shelby heard Mercedes mutter something under her breath. "We're not Rachel, after all." Shelby tried to control her temper, reminding herself that it was only because of her heightened senses that she was able to hear Mercedes in the first place. As they piled out of the room, Santana stopped and told Brittany to go on without her. Shelby raised an eyebrow as Santana made her way over to her.
"Do you see Rachel? In, like, class or something?" It was odd that Santana was asking about Rachel, since as far as Shelby could tell, she wanted nothing to do with Rachel.
"Unfortunately, no. I don't each in any of her classes." Santana scowled.
"Damn, I have all her stuff," Shelby looked at her questioningly and Santana continued. "She bolted out of class and left her stuff."
"Oh, well you'll have to give it to her tomorrow." Santana groaned and grumbled to herself as she looked at Rachel's stuff, clearly not wanting to hold it any longer.
Suddenly, Shelby had an idea. She knew Rachel was still choosing not to believe her, and the transformation was going to be hard on her. Since Shelby figured Rachel wasn't going to talk to her, she was still going to need someone to help her get through things.
"Santana, I need you to do something for me." Shelby said as she watched Santana look up at her. Shelby thought about Brittany, and as sweet as the girl was, she didn't think she would be that helpful to Rachel. Plus, Shelby figured Brittany would actually believe Rachel was a werewolf and see her more as a puppy than a bloodthirsty wolf. Then she thought of Mercedes, but then realized as close as the two may have been, now Mercedes was still bitter towards Rachel over the West Side Story play.
That left Santana.
Shelby knew her and Rachel didn't have the best history ever, but Shelby knew that was because of the school's social hierarchy that put Santana on top and Rachel below her. She had also seen the looks of concern cross Santana's face when she was watching Rachel, and Shelby knew she didn't supposedly "hate" Rachel as much as she let on.
"Um, sure, what is it?" Shelby sighed and stood up from her seat.
"Can you keep an eye on Rachel for me, she's going through a lot." Santana looked taken back by the question. She backed up and looked at Shelby like she had grown two heads.
"Me? Why me?" Shelby sighed.
"Because believe it or not, I trust you the most. Just-just make sure she's okay, for me," Santana clenched her fists as she thought about it before nodding. "Thank you." Shelby said and quickly walked out of the room, leaving Santana. Shelby walked out of the building and headed home.
Since her Glee Club ended early, she had a bit more time to prepare for the night of the full moon. She walked in and saw her babysitter, and long time best friend, in the kitchen with Beth. When she saw Shelby walking in, she turned around and smiled at her.
"Welcome back, Shelby." Shelby smiled and walked up to Beth in her high chair and picked her up.
"Hey, Vicki, how was Beth today?" Shelby said as she tickled Beth's stomach, making the girl giggle.
"She was great, like always. You need me tonight too, right?" Shelby nodded. Victoria, or Vicki as she insisted on being called, knew that Shelby was a werewolf. She had known since they were little, and had helped Shelby through it as best as she could growing up, which was why she was Shelby's permanent babysitter. Once she had adopted Beth, she realized that babysitters would get suspicious if she left all night for the full moon, every month. Luckily, Victoria offered to babysit Beth those nights, and Shelby couldn't have been more grateful.
"Yeah, here, take her." Shelby handed Beth over to Victoria and walked to her bedroom. She went through her bedroom and grabbed spare clothes and put it in a backpack. As she did her usual routine, she couldn't help but worry about Rachel.
Rachel was laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She sighed and sat up in her bed and looked out the window, noticing it was getting dark. Rachel thought about what Shelby had said, about being a werewolf.
A part of Rachel believed Shelby, she had no choice. Her smell was heightened, just like Shelby had said. She hadn't been getting any sleep at night, and now she felt like jumping out of her skin. The other part, more logical, part thought Shelby was crazy. Rachel was so confused on what to think that she had told her dads that she was going to bed early. Which, of course, was a lie, because Rachel wished she could sleep.
She had started pacing around her room, thinking that she hadn't the time or the darkness outside. Her pacing quickened without realizing it, and she only stopped when a sudden jolt of pain took her by surprise.
She gasped out in pain as she fell onto her knees and grabbed onto the bed sheets as she leaned against the bed. She pulled herself onto her bed and looked out the window. She slowly stood up and took shaky steps toward her window. When she finally reached it, another shot of pain went through her and she fell against the window.
She quickly covered her mouth with her fist and froze. She listened for any movement from her fathers and was glad that there was none. Luckily, tonight was one of those nights where they had to sleep early for work.
She let out a shaky sight of relief and turned back to her window. She opened it, and was surprised she was able to do when her joints hurt. Without thinking of the consequences, she started climbing out of her second story window. She looked in front of her and saw a tree that was somewhat by her window, and jumped to it.
Unfortunately, because the tree wasn't that close, it had to be quiet a jump. She barely made it to the tree, and gripped the first branch she was able to reach. It was a small branch, higher up in a tree, and it snapped when she grabbed it. She felt herself falling onto the branches below her, one by one, until she finally fell onto the ground. She groaned in pain when her back hit the ground and she rolled onto her side and pushed herself up.
Worried that her parents might have heard her, she ran away from the house as fast as she could. Even when she knew her dads couldn't see her anymore, she kept running, only faltering when she felt the joints of pain again, which were happening more frequently now.
Soon, the woods were in sight and she ran in, and kept running farther in the woods. She was so busy running, that she didn't notice the fallen branches and rocks on the uneven ground, and she tripped over them.
She slid onto the ground face first and grunted in pain. This time, she didn't get up. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, and her limbs felt even worse. She closed her eyes and laid on the ground, the only sounds were of her loud gasps for air.
Suddenly, the pain came back all at once, and this time it didn't go away. Rachel clenched her fists as she screamed in pain, her body felt like it was tearing itself apart. She pushed up on her hands and feet as her back arched and lifted her head upwards.
She never experienced something so painful and her body reacted on its own. She felt her body changing, starting with her arms and spine. She could also hear her bones cracking and clothes tearing, the only thing left was to see it, but her eyes were closed from the pain.
Finally, the rest of her body changed, and when she felt her face changing, her voice did as well. Her screams became more animalistic, until they started becoming growls. Just as she felt her body dong the last of her changes, she heard herself howl and just before she blacked out, she could have sworn she heard another howl in the distance.