Hey guys this is a story idea that has been begging to be written and i just couldn't get the idea out of my head. And don't worry i'm still working on my other Glee story I Can't Help It. So let me know what you think of this and if i should keep going.
My life changed the summer of my junior year, I woke up one night and my body ached. I got out of bed and walked to the window as if drawn there by some unknown force. My eyes caught sight of the moon and I felt a shift in my skeleton and then I was doubled over in pain as my bones began to break and reform. I fell to my knees as the pain ripped through my body and I tasted blood as new sharp teeth erupted in my mouth. Thankfully I blacked out from the pain as my body continued to change.
I open my eyes as the world slowly comes back to me. I feel as if I had been hit by a truck so I slowly raise myself up but then I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror and nearly fall back to my floor. Big hazel colored eyes stare at me from the head of a huge black wolf, but on closer inspection I see that the coat is flecked with gold. I realize as I stare at my mirror that I am looking at myself. I get slowly to my feet and settle onto my haunches. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I stand to my full height. In looking at myself I realize I look something akin to the werewolf from the movie Van Helsing and my inner beast snorts at the thought. I'm not sure what to do now that I'm this huge hulking creature but I know I want to feel the moonlight on my fur so I sit in front of my window and gaze longingly up at the moon. I must have fallen asleep there because when I wake up sunlight is streaming into my room and I am lying on my floor curled in the ruins of my pajamas.
I pull myself off the floor and head into the bathroom. I shower and let the hot water run over me as I ponder my current situation. Shall I tell my parents or keep it a secret? I step out of the shower and wipe a hand across the bathroom mirror so I can see myself. I'm surprised to see I've gotten a little taller as well as built some more muscle onto my already sculpted body. I sigh and run a hand through my hair. Well I guess I will have to tell my parents because they will most assuredly notice the differences in my appearance.
I head into my room and try to find some clothes that will fit me. I end up pulling on a tank top that used to be loose but now hugs every curve as if painted on and a pair of sweat pants that are about five inches too short for me. I guess I need to go shopping for some new clothes.
I decide to go downstairs and see if my parents will notice. My mom is cooking at the stove and my dad is sitting at the table reading the paper. I try to act as inconspicuous as possible as I go to sit down at the table but my dad sees everything.
"Quinn." My dad says that one word and I freeze.
"Yes dad?"
"Is there something you'd like to tell us?" He looks at me with a knowing gleam in his eye.
"Tell you what?" I ask trying to play it off.
"Oh I don't know how about why your clothes are fitting improperly or why you seem to have gotten taller?"
I see now that there is no way I'm getting out of this so I sink into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. My dad looks at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.
I sigh and look him in the eye as I speak, "I know that I am going to sound crazy but just hear me out. Last night I woke up and I was kind of sore so I got out of bed and it felt like something was drawing me to my window. I pulled back the curtains and when the wash of moonlight hit my skin my body began to change. I guess I couldn't handle the pain because I passed out. I woke up as this huge hulking wolf, like the one from Van Helsing. I wasn't sure what to do but I knew I wanted to be close to the moonlight so I lay down in front of my window so I could stare at the moon. I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up I wasn't a wolf anymore." I finish talking expecting my father to immediately call me crazy and call the mental hospital to have me admitted. But instead he calmly sets down his newspaper and looks at me.
"Quinn I am terribly sorry that you went through the change alone. If I had any inkling that it was going to happen I would have explained everything to you. But after the accident I didn't think you would change."
"What accident? What are you talking about?" I ask somewhat alarmed.
"Quinn when you were very little our family was attacked by vampires and you were bitten. The combination of the bite and your latent lycan genes lead you to deaths door. We were only able to save you after giving you a heavy dose of wolfs bane and cleaning the bite with holy water. You probably have no recollection of the event as you were very little and you escaped scarring by some miracle."
"Wait so you knew I would turn into a huge hulking wolf?"
My father pinches his nose and sighs in exasperation
"Yes but as I have told you we weren't sure if you would ever change. Your mother and I are both lycans but we can change at will and not just with the moon, but we must change the three nights of the full moon."
"So I'm stuck with this?"
"I'm afraid so."
I feel my body begin to shake in rage as my anger grows. I don't know how to stop it but soon the change has started but lucky for me it doesn't last quite as long as last nights. The pain sends me to one knee. Once the change is complete I stand up. I frown at the tattered remains of my tank top on the floor and some shred s of my sweatpants but at least I'm still wearing most of the sweats even though now they look like shorts. I growl at my father and clench my clawed hands in anger.
"Quinn you need to control your temper."
I growl at him and bear my teeth in a sign of aggression. My father in seeing this yells back at me. "Quinn I am your elder, listen to me."
I come to my voice as I realize I can speak albeit it's lower and more gravelly. "I am your alpha I will not bow to you."
I don't know where that came from but I know from the very core of my being that it's true. My father looks at me then takes a knee and I'm not sure what is going on and I look to my mom for answers but she is also on one knee. Then I realize that as an alpha they are paying me respect. My father is the first to stand and the look on his face is one of awe.
"In all the history there have only ever been three female alphas making you the fourth. I will have to contact the council but until then you will train."
"With who?"
"You will be training with Stephen. He was one of the protectors of the crown when we had a werewolf king but since we are now ruled by the council his services were no longer required."
"So I'm going to train in what exactly?"
"Weapons and strength training for the most part."
"Okay but what will I use that for?"
My dad smiles, "You never know when you might need skills like those and plus you need to work on controlling your beast as it's now a part of you and training will help with that."
"Alright I will train but as a human I need some clothes that will fit." I look down at the shreds of my clothes that are on the floor. I pick a piece of cloth up with a clawed hand and look at it mournfully.
"I think I might have something that will fit you for now, but now you need to change back to your human form. So I want you to focus on something that you remember as a human, something that you cherish or has meaning for you."
I search my mind and end up thinking of Cheerios , which leads me to think about Glee and how we got there and then I think about the Glee club members. My mind sticks on Rachel and I remember every detail from her luscious brown hair to the way her voice sounds. I'm so involved in my own thoughts that I don't realize I'm human again until my mother wraps me in a towel which startles me.
I look at her and smile sheepishly.
"Sorry mom I kinda got lost in thought."
"It's okay Quinnie, just wait here. Your dad is going to get you some clothes."
I stand in the kitchen wrapped in a towel when my father appears from the basement carrying a bundle. He hands it to me and I take it holding the towel to me with one hand.
"What I have given you are a pair of training clothes. They will have to work for now until you can get some new clothes that will fit you."
I take the bundle appreciatively, any clothes will do so I'm not running around naked. I hold the towel to me as I head upstairs to change.
I open the bundle and find supple leather top. I undo the side lacings and pull the top over my head and then redo the lacings. The top fits snuggly against me but moves like a second skin. I remove the other piece of clothing from the bundle and find a pair of leather pants. The brown leather looks worn but I can tell someone has taken great care with them. I pull them on and turn to look at the remaining items in the bundle. I find what looks to be a back harness. In further investigating what I am holding I realize that it is indeed a back harness that holds two small short swords which are the two remaining items in the bundle. I put on the harness and slip the swords into their respective sheaths and head downstairs with one last look at myself in the mirror.
Walking downstairs I hear someone talking and realize there is another person in the house. My new instincts are on high alert as I head downstairs warily drawing one of the swords silently. I make my way to the bottom stairs but no one is there so I stalk silently toward the living room. A man I have never seen before is standing in the middle of the front entryway and my senses tell me to be wary. As I move to take a step forward I notice an almost imperceptive movement of his right hand. I launch myself forward and duck the incoming knife that was thrown my way before tackling the man to the ground. I have him pinned with a knee on his chest and the sword to his neck. I growl low in my throat and feel my teeth sharpen in my rush of rage and he seems taken back by it.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"
Just then my dad decides to enter the room.
"Quinn what are you doing? This is Stephen. Why do you have him pinned to the floor?"
"I don't know probably because I detected a threat and he made a move against me before I attacked."
I move off of Stephen and he stands. My father looks between the two of us before asking Stephen, "Is it true that you moved with intent to harm or what could be perceived as intent to harm?"
Stephen shifts from foot to foot before I glare at him and he stops his fidgeting .
"Yes I moved to throw a knife but I was unsure who I was fighting because I saw the old war gear and thought it might be a rogue."
I turn to my dad my rage barely contained.
"You put me in old war gear? What were you thinking I don't know how to fight and you almost got me hurt."
My dad looks at me but I see the tiniest of smiles forming. "It was a test Quinn, to see if you were what you claimed to be. See Stephen is trained to be silent and unseen, because at one time he was the assassin of the royals. The fact that you noticed him and were able to evade his attack and then take him down proves you are indeed powerful. But now it is time for you to go with him and you will return at the start of the school year. I have talked to the council and you are to be trained in the ways of war as one of the high ranking royals should be."
"So I'm spending my whole summer training? But what about my friends and everyone else?"
"Quinn you must understand that you must train so you can gain control because if you were to lose control with one of your friends you might end up accidentally hurting one of them. So you need to go with Stephen and I hope you understand that this is in your best interest."
I sigh," Fine I'll go and I'll see you when it is all over."
I sheathe the sword that I'm still holding in my hand and walk out the door to Stephens waiting car not wanting to argue with my father any longer. I run my tongue over my teeth as I settle into the passenger seat and find they are still somewhat sharper than they were. I concentrate on my humanity and soon my teeth a back to normal. Stephen approaches the car and looks at me before he gets in the car and we drive off. I watch the scenery move by us as he drives me away from everything I have ever known.
Over the three months I train in weapons and fighting to my heart's content and then some. During that time I have also learned control of my beast and what to do to placate it. Stephen had also decided he would teach me etiquette. I can't believe he had me doing some of those things, like pulling out chairs and opening doors and learning how to dance. Although my wolf thought it was pretty funny. Overall Stephen has become like an uncle to me and I know I can count on him for anything.
Now as those scenes play in my mind the scenery once again blurs past me as I head home. I am a little apprehensive about going back to school again and being around a large group of people. Stephen is sure of my abilities to control my wolf but I myself am not so sure that I will be okay.
Finally we pull up in front of my house and I get out of the car eager to stretch my muscles after sitting down for over three hours. Stephen gets out and we go to the trunk of the jeep to get my belongings. He grabs my wooden trunk bearing the insignia of werewolf royalty and carries it inside while I grab the two duffle bags that are left. We march into my house and up to my room where I place all my belongings.
Then we go downstairs to greet my parents. I feel more languid as I move around the space I once called home. Upon seeing my mother I go to her and embrace her in a hug careful of my strength. Then I shake hands with my father. I leave Stephen to talk to my parents and I head out on a walk as my wolf is edgy and wants to roam. I head outside wearing a black tank top covered with a black leather top that looks more like an armor chest plate. I guess that's what it kind of is as I normally wear it when Stephen and I train. I'm wearing black jeans and a pair of doc martins as well.
I walk at a leisurely pace, merely enjoying the sun on my skin and the warmth it brings. My wolf is happy and content with this as well. I soon find myself in the park a few miles from my home and I chuckle at the thought of how simple it would be for me to cross the bars and do pull ups one handed on the monkey bars. So I decide to have some fun, I start with some simple pull ups but then I end up doing one handed pull ups and when I tire of that I swing myself up onto the top of the bar. I perch there precariously on the balls of my feet knowing a simple shift of my weight would cause me to lose my footing and topple forward. I hear approaching footsteps and jump down off the bar I am precariously perched on and land softly on my feet. I don't really want to leave the park yet and neither does my wolf as I was just starting to have fun so I scurry up into the branches of a nearby tree and wait to see who is approaching.
I am surprised to see none other than Rachel Berry running with her iPod in and not paying any attention to anything other than her work out. If she wasn't careful that could cost her so for some reason not entirely known to myself I follow her and I'm happy I did because not a second later she was knocked down by someone. I move quickly not knowing what the situation is exactly. I haul the person off of her and come face to face with Finn. He looks at me as if trying to place me but I dart off before he can make the connection. I hear footsteps try to keep up with me but they are no match for my wolf. Once I am sure I am not being followed I head back home.
Stephen greets me at the door but in feeling my apprehension lets me pass un accosted. He waits until I am settled in a chair to ask me about what has happened.
"Quinn your wolf is agitated, is there something you would like to tell me about what happened while you were out?"
I sigh and drum my fingers idly on the arm rest of the chair. "I was playing at the park, well more like seeing what I could do for fun when I heard footsteps. I didn't really want to leave so I hid in the branches of a nearby tree and watched to see who it was. It was one of my fellow Glee members Rachel Berry and she was running, she also had in her iPod and was blissfully unaware of her surroundings. So I followed her to make sure she was safe and I saw her get knocked down so I ran over and pulled off the person who ran into her and found it was my ex Finn Hudson. I then ran off before he could place who I was."
"Why did you run? Are you ashamed of how you look?"
"No its nothing like that, I just was not really dressed to go out in public. I kinda look like something out of the Middle Ages."
"Well it is what is worn by our people you shouldn't be ashamed of that."
"I'm not ashamed, I just want to be semi normal. Just because I'm a wolf and an alpha at that doesn't mean I don't want to fit in in high school. I want to be able to walk the halls without fear of ridicule. I used to be the HBIC and I don't want to go to the bottom of the food chain, but I don't want to be the HBIC anymore either. Not with my wolf."
"So you just want to blend in? Well just be yourself and you will be fine."
I shake my head and I can't help but smile at Stephen. "I'm glad you are so confident in me. I don't know what I would do without you."
Stephen smiles as he kneels at my feet so he can look me in the eye. "I'm confident in you because of what you have shown me. You are a true leader and I am glad to call you friend." He clasps my hand in his in a gesture of friendship and comradery. "Now you said you need some new clothes that won't make you stick out. Well I will treat you and take you shopping."
My eyes light up and I can't help the huge smile that spreads across my face at the thought. My parents have been watching the exchange between the two of us and I nod at them.
"Well I guess Stephen and I are off to the mall to get me some clothes. So I will be back later."
I kiss my mom on the cheek and give my father a wave before bounding out the door. I slide into the passenger seat and smile as Stephen gets in the driver's seat. For once he lets me pick the music and I find a station playing some newer music. My ears perk up as I hear the song, "I Kissed A Girl" by Katy Perry playing. I crank up the volume and roll down the window letting my hair blow in the wind as I sing along to the words.
Stephen smiles and shakes his head at how I'm acting, but hey I can't help it it's a good song.
We arrive at the mall and we decide to head into H&M first to see if we can't find anything there. And find things we did. I think my whole wardrobe now consists of various outfits from H&M. I finally manage to drag Stephen out of the store and to one of my favorites, Hot Topic. I get some skinny jeans in various colors and a few band shirts. Once I finish in Hot Topic Stephen decides I need some new make-up and drags me into Sephora. I have never been with someone who likes shopping more than I do so it's kind of a shock especially when Stephen seems like such a manly man but hey he picks out the best stuff.
By the time we are done I am exhausted but happy that I have new clothes that actually fit me properly and that reflect who I truly am. Stephen drives me home but we make one stop along the way. We pull into a motorcycle dealer and that perks my interest. I get out of the car and follow Stephen inside to look at the various models. I am instantly drawn to a black sleek model that has a streamlined design. I look at the insignia on the bike and find it's a Ducati. On closer inspection I find out it's a Ducati 1098. I whistle appreciatively and go to step away from the bike but Stephen is standing there.
"I take it you like that one?"
I nod not trusting my voice.
"Would you like to take it for a test drive?"
I smile and nod my head vigorously, thanking Stephen for having me get my divers license and a motor cycle license as well. Stephen talks to the manager and puts a small payment down so I can take out the bike. I pick out a helmet and pull it on making sure the fit is right. Its silver with metallic swirls and I like how it fits. The manager pulls the bike outside and puts some gas in it them motions for me to get on. I get on the bike and adjust to the feel of it then start it up. The bike makes my whole body thrum with the power of it. I give it gas and ease it out onto the street. I relish in the power and speed I feel as the world races past me. After driving a ways I head back to the shop and my wolf is sad we have to stop because it was enjoying the thrill. I turn off the bike and pull off my helmet and can't stop the huge grin that spreads across my face.
Stephen turns to the manager and says, "We'll take it."
I nearly lose my composure at those words, this bike is unbelievably expensive. I dismount and walk to Stephen and whisper quietly for only him to hear. "How can you pay for this? It's really expensive?"
Stephen smiles slyly at me, "Girl I have been alive much longer than you have and have accumulated quite a sum of money. Now that I have someone to dote on I shall."
I smile and accept the gift that he is offering to me, knowing that to refuse would wound his pride.
Once the bike is paid for along with a helmet we head for home. I'm glad that I'm wearing my leather top as it keeps the wind chill down somewhat but in all reality I don't need it because my body runs hotter than most humans. I pull into my parents drive way next to Stephens's car. I pull off my helmet and park the bike taking the keys inside with me. Stephen trails behind me carrying with him the bags from our earlier shopping excursion.
My father looks up when we enter to see all of the stuff we are carrying.
"Quinn did you leave anything for anyone else?"
I snort, "We didn't buy the whole store if that's what you mean. I only got enough to replace all the clothes that no longer fit me. "
"So you're saying you replaced your entire wardrobe?"
"Yes that's exactly what I am saying."
"Well it's good that you are home because you will need your sleep , you know school starts tomorrow."
I groan, "Why does it have to start tomorrow? I don't want to go."
Stephen smiles, "You knew it had to start sometime and this way you can get over your fear of being around humans again."
I growl at Stephen and he just sticks his tongue out at me, god he can be so childish sometimes.
"But I'm not ready and what will I do if you aren't there?"
"Quinn you are ready and I will be staying here until I know you are fine."
"Wait, so Stephen you will be staying in town for a while?"
"Yes I will, I purchased a house on the outskirts of town and will be staying there."
I smile relieved that my mentor would not be far if there was trouble.
Stephen carries my bags up to my room and then comes back down.
"I must take my leave but I will be by tomorrow afternoon to see how everything went."
I watch as he walks out the door and I'm sad to see him go even though I know I will see him tomorrow. I get ready for bed but sleep does not come easily to me. I toss and turn until it finally claims me.
I awake the next morning to the smell of bacon. My mouth waters and I am quickly out of bed and running into the shower. I shower as fast as I can and throw on a black tank top and purple jeans and then bound down the stairs. I jump the stair rail half way down and land gracefully . When I enter the kitchen my mother looks at me oddly.
"What?"
"No more jumping the stair rail like some animal so you can get here faster. You will walk all the way down."
"Ah come on, I'm hungry and your making bacon. I can't help myself."
She sighs and hands over the plate of bacon. I carry it to the table where I quickly devour it all. Once I'm done I put the dish in the sink and run back upstairs to finish getting ready.
I blow dry my long blond hair and then put it up in a braid . While I'm braiding my hair I also braid in a sharp studded leather band to keep people from grabbing it in a fight. Not that I'm expecting to get into any fights I have just learned it never hurts to be prepared. As I walk downstairs I slip on a black leather jacket. A few wisps of hair have come out of my braid and they frame my face as I head for the door. I sling my backpack on and then grab my helmet before heading out the door. I get on my bike and then put on my helmet. Once it is securely on I start the bike and let it rumble under me. I rev it a moment and then tear out of the driveway heading to school. I decide to have a little fun on the way to school and pop a wheelie at a stop. Once my bike 's front wheel is on the ground again i look to my left to see a very stunned Rachel Berry driving the car next to me. I give her a salute and when the light turns green I zip off. I'm already parked and pulling off my helmet and putting it in my backpack when I see her car pull into the parking lot. I slip on my black ray ban sunglasses as I shoulder my bag and head toward the school entrance.
I decide to actually be punctual for once instead of showing up late for class so I enter my first class which is of all things art. I am early so I'm the only one in the class besides the teacher. I pull off my leather jacket and drape it over the back of my chair. My arm muscles ripple under my skin and I wince, wishing I didn't for once look so ripped. The teacher, a man who I guess to be in his early thirties looks at me apprehensively.
"You're here early. Should I be expecting this daily or is this a first day of school kind of thing?"
I look at him and push my sunglasses to rest on the top of my head.
"We'll for now I'll say it's a daily thing and I'll let you know if that changes."
"Alright , well since you are here so early would you like to draw something?"
My hands are itching to do something so I accept his offer.
"That would be great."
I take the paper and pencil he offers and head back to my seat. As I settle in my seat and get ready to draw he interrupts me with a question.
"Before you begin, what is your name?"
"My name is Quinn, Quinn Fabray."
"Well Quinn it is nice to meet you and I can't wait to see your work."
And with that he leaves me to do what I will. I pull my iPod out of my backpack and put my headphones in. I hit the play button and the lyrics to the song Haunted by Kelly Clarkson filter through. I lose myself in the music and my artwork.
My pencil dances along the page bringing the image from my mind forward. I start with the background first, sketching in the trees, mostly dead scraggly things, the kind you see in dark movies. I add a rocky outcropping in the middle of the page shading in all the ridges and giving it definition. The next part is the focal point of my whole piece. I begin with the hind legs of the beast working on getting the structure correct before continuing on to the upper body and the arms. The last thing I sketch is the head. The mouth is gaping open showing a row of deadly looking teeth . The eyes are gazing upward looking toward the sky. The claws are clenched tightly into fists. I finish shading in the fur and start working on the tattered clothes that hang off the wolf's frame. When I finish I drop the pencil to the desk with a clatter. I look at what I have drawn and realize I have just depicted myself on an evening I remember clearly. It was during a training exercise with Stephen. I go to put the paper in my backpack but a hand on my arm startles me and I nearly snarl but turn to find it's only the teacher. He holds out his hand wordlessly and I sheepishly hand over the drawing.
He looks at it for a long while and keeps looking at it as the bell rings. As the students begin to filter into the class room he heads to his desk still holding my drawing in his hands. I sink into my chair and slip my sunglasses back over my eyes.
I look over the students as they enter the class room and recognize a few but thankfully none of the glee club members are in this class. That is until a very out of breath Rachel Berry walks into the class room. I'm distracted from her entrance by the flash of a camera over by the teacher's desk. He fiddles with it some more until he turns to address the class.
"Welcome to Art 1, I'm glad to see you all here. All I ask that you bring to this class is the will to look beyond what you already know and think beyond the box you find yourself in. Now as our starting assignment I am going to show you a piece of art and I want you thoughts on what it means to you."
He turns the class room lights off and then the projector on the ceiling whirs to life. Soon the teacher's computer screen is shown projected on the white board at the front of the class. He pulls up a file from the bottom tool bar and the image I see projected is none other than my completed drawing. I sink lower in my chair wondering how this is going to go. I hear murmurings from the students as they take in the drawing.
"So now that you've seen it tell me what you think of if."
"Cool."
"Grotesque."
"What is inside us all."
I try to find the person who said that but I can't quite place it finally I decide to comment on my own piece.
"It's the representation of the tortured soul that resides in the artist. The beast is calling out to the heavens as if questioning its very existence."
My voice rings out in the quiet of the classroom and all that can be heard is the whir of the projector.
The lights come back on and the teacher looks to me and our eyes lock, "Well you've all given your opinion of what it means to some of you. Now tell me if this is professional or an amateur. By a show of hands tell me if its professional."
I look around the classroom and about ninety nine percent of the class has their hands raised, except for the few who couldn't be bothered and myself.
"Now raise your hands if you think it's an amateur?"
My hand is the only one raised. The teacher looks to me and smiles.
"Well since only the artist knows whether they are a professional or not, they shall decide and decide they have."
I glare at him as he continues talking.
"You are all wrong with the exception of one person. This was a piece of work drawn by someone who sits in this room. I will leave you all to ponder that as you leave today. And maybe if you decide to stay in this class you will reach that quality."
As the bell rings I grab my backpack and jacket as I leave the room. I can't stand that man he could have at least asked to do that6. I growl in anger and keep walking. I head to the locker room as my next class is gym. I change and head into the gym, and I see that the wrestling team is practicing and I watch in fascination. My wolf stirs and I know that it wants to blow off some steam after the last class. I head over to Coach Bieste who is the wrestling team coach.
"Hey coach can I try out?"
She looks at me apprehensively, "We don't normally let girls on the team."
I glare at her and she quickly says, "But I guess you can try it if you like."
"So who will I be wrestling?"
Coach calls over a guy named Louie and as we face off a crowd has formed. He takes me down twice slamming me to the mat. Finally I've had enough play time and take him down slamming him hard into the mat. The boy doesn't make a move to get up so Coach then motions for Dave Karfosky to give it a try.
Dave and I grapple and he tries to pin me but I grab him in a headlock, but then one of the other guys tries to rush in and take me off guard so I flips Dave into the other guy. The two go down like sacks of potatoes. Dave slowly makes his way to his feet. He goes for me again but now I'm done toying with the guy and with a show of immense strength I lift him over my head with his feet straight up and then drop back onto the mat. He hits hard and stays down while I get up to the cheers of my fellow class members. In a last ditch effort he tries to grab onto my braid but pulls away when the spikes from the leather strip braided into my hair dig into his hand. I smile as I walk away feeling better now that my wolf has had some fun. As I'm walking away I'm stopped by a hand on my shoulder and a voice I know quite well.
"That was some show you put on out there. Are you new in town? Because I could show you around and give you a good time."
I know that its Santana who is talking to me so I keep on walking but I answer her quietly.
"No thanks, plus I think Brittany would be hurt."
I head off into the locker room and change quickly knowing Santana would be following me soon for answers. I head out of the locker room and put my sunglasses on but end up not watching where I am going. I run head on into someone and we both go down in a tangle of limbs and books and papers go flying.
The smell of vanilla is strong in my nose and the scent almost makes me dizzy. My wolf perks up and I look to see who I ran into. I find none other than Rachel Berry under me. Our mouths are only inches apart and it would only take me a moment to capture those lips in a quick kiss. My teeth ache and I feel them sharpen in my mouth. I mumble an apology and quickly try to get to my feet but we end up nocking into each other and our bodies press flush against each other.
I feel a rush of heat and my wolf howls inside my head trying to take over. I quickly pull myself away from Rachel with a mumbled apology then grab my back pack and run as fast as I can away from her.
I run out to the football field trying to sort out my wolf and what happened at the same time. I throw my backpack to the ground and fight against the beast that is raging inside. My teeth ache and elongate as I begin to lose control. I sink to one knee and concentrate on my breathing like Stephen taught me. Once I feel more under control I stand shakily. I wipe a hand across my mouth and it comes away with blood. I wince as I run my tongue over my teeth and still feel sharp points. I am so wrapped up in my own mind that I don't hear the approaching footsteps and when a hand is placed on my arm I whirl in fright and come face to face with Santana. I look at her and see recognition cross her face.
"Holy shit, Quinn what happened to you? You disappeared over the summer and come back totally built. I didn't even recognize you."
Santana looks at me with a sharp eye. "What's wrong? You look spooked, and you're never afraid of anything."
I look back at my friend and sigh knowing that if anyone might understand what I am going through it would be Santana.
"Let's sit and I will try to explain things to you."
I motion to the bleachers and we both sit. She looks at me expectantly waiting for an explanation.
"Santana I need you to know that what I tell you can never be repeated."
She nods and I know I can trust her. I sigh and gather myself before continuing
"Over the summer I changed, I'm not exactly the same person I was before. I am not human either. I am a wolf and I'm just learning how to control everything. I didn't even want to come back to school because I might lose control. And I was right to be afraid because today something triggered my wolf and I almost lost it, and I still haven't completely gotten it back under control."
I smile and Santana gasps at the sight of my mouth full of sharp teeth.
"Okay I believe you Quinn but I know you, things don't just set you off. It must have had something to do with emotion and a strong one at that."
I look at Santana bewildered. "Since when were you so smart?"
"Since always bitch, now what set you off?"
I hang my head ashamed of the answer but I say it anyways.
"Lust, that's what set it off. Feelings I wasn't even aware of came bubbling to the surface and I realize I need to deal with them."
"Oh so the pressed lemon has finally realized her feelings? And who might these feelings be for?"
I growl at Santana and she just laughs.
"Chill wolfie, I'm just asking a question. Who turns you on?"
"Girls."
Santana looks at me with raised eyebrows, "Are you serious? You like girls?" She the starts laughing, "I should have guessed especially with the way you treat Berry."
I look at her with eyes wide open, "What do you know about it?"
She senses I'm on edge and placates me, "Easy there, I know a lot about feelings like that. I mean I feel that way for Britt but she's with Artie again. So who do you like? I know it's a person."
I look at Santana and after what she just told me I feel I must be truthful. "I like Rachel."
"Well I guess I could see that I mean she has killer legs and she would look okay if she didn't wear clothes that belong on a ten year old."
My wolf doesn't like Santana talking about Rachel like that but I let it slide.
"So you don't have a problem with me liking Rachel?"
"No why would I, I mean that would be totally contradictory of me. And I think you would be a much better match for her than Finnocence."
"Well it's nice to know I have your approval."
I hear the bell ring and sigh knowing I've missed one of my classes but I don't really care because I care about myself more than school. As Santana and I head back into school my mind is awash with what I have to talk to Stephen about.
I'm broken out of thought from a slight touch on my arm. I look at Santana, "Yes?"
"You want to walk to my next class with me since we have the same one?"
I shrug and shoulder my bag, "Sure."
Santana links arms with me as we walk and I glance at her trying to figure what she is playing at when I see Artie standing with Brittany. Then it all clicks and I decide to play along and place a kiss on Santana's cheek. I know that it doesn't mean anything but they don't have to know that.
Everything is fine until we walk into English and the scent of vanilla fills my nose again. I grip Santana's arm tightly and she realizes why when she spots Rachel. She talks calmly to me and we grab seats in the very back of the class as far away from Rachel as we can get and for that I am grateful. If the rest of the year is going to be this difficult I might just lose myself in the process. I just hope that between Santana at school and Stephen helping me at home I'll survive.
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