Running with Wolves

I laid in my bed tangled in my covers and stared at the blank white ceiling. I moved my head and looked over to my fish tank. The light on that thing was too bright. So I turned to the dark unlit side of the room. Maybe a pillow would block out the light. I sighed and looked at the clock in less than 10 minutes, at 12:00, I would be 13 years old. How could I sleep now?

Downstairs I heard someone knocking on our door. Out late much? I asked myself secretly directed to the person at the door. I heard my sister/ legal guardian groan, get up from the couch, walk to the door, sigh, open the door and ask, "Can I help you?" She asked this in a somewhat rude, somewhat irritated/ annoyed tone.

The person said something in return and I heard my sister, Liz, shout,

"WHAT? YOU STALKER!! GET OUT NOW BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!!" The person retuned some harsh calm quiet words and my sister once again yelled.

"TCH! GET OUT!!"

At this point I had turned back to the fish tank and door to try and listen, my hearing not being perfect. I was about to turn back around when my sister yelped. I automatically assumed something on the TV had startled her, so I went ahead and turned around. All most time. Not long now. I was 6 minutes away from my birthday and I felt kind of warmish. Then I felt a tingling kind of feeling as if I were being watched. I tensed up, a little frightened.

"Why so tense Clare?"

"Who's there? And H- How'd you know my name?" I stammered.

"We know what you are," Said the stern voice.

"A g-good fighter?"

"You're a were-wolf."

A-a what? Those aren't even real!

"Are you 13?"

"In five minutes."

Wait… why'd I just tell him that.

"Then we're just in time."

"W-Who are you and what in the world are you talking about?" I was afraid to turn around.

"I'm Agent Epsilon and I am here to capture and contain you."

(Insert theme song here)

I stared at the wall in pure horror. Capture and Contain? I wasn't dangerous! I couldn't even stick up for myself at school… most of the time.

I decided to try an attack of some sort just out of fear, and spun around in my bed getting tangled and rolled up in my covers. Gee that was smart.

"What an easy target you are."

Epsilon chuckled at my stupidity. I growled. What was that? A growl? Really? Where was Liz? If I was a werewolf… was Liz one too? While I was asking myself questions I thought I'd never ask myself, a.k.a. fake questions that couldn't possibly be real, Epsilon, with one swift movement, had me gagged and scooped me up as I screamed,

"MUT ME MOWN!!!!"

My cry was muffled and unheard though. He carried me down the stairs not even struggling to keep hold of me. Then the clock struck twelve. I feared what was to happen. I was officially 13. I felt myself warm up and rage arose and bubbled up inside me. I opened my eyes for a split second and saw my sister unconscious on the couch with a dart in her neck. Then rage burst out inside me. A sudden change in power and strength came over me and I gave one powerful kick to Epsilon's face and he dropped me, groaning.

We were out the door and down the porch steps as the full moon lit my face and gleamed down on me. Then and there the major mystery was solved. I burst out, painlessly into a full-blown were-wolf pup. I was about as big as a smallish pony. Or about as big as a great dane, with puppy like facial and bodily features, and snow white almost cream fur.

As I examined myself Epsilon backed away. I did a three sixty glance only to notice that about ten or twenty of Epsilons people were surrounding me, with either a laser gun or tranquilizer gun. I growled and my fur bristled. Then I let out a loud howl. No wolves were for miles unfortunately and I probably only attracted more attention to myself.

Some of the agents closed in on me with some stiff collar, metal pole leash things and while my attention was directed towards one, the other ceased me and snapped one around my neck, stepping back and pulling hard. I whimpered and then another did the same to my upper neck. I tried to growl a deep menacing growl in my throat, but due to the constriction around my throat I epically failed.

Epsilon stepped hastily forward wrapping a muzzle around my snout and locking it behind my head. I stepped back and then I was pulled down. I had stepped back so that my left fore paw, and right hind leg had stepped into a snare trap and I lay twisted on the concrete path with my fore paw pulled all the way back to the joint of my hind leg that connected my hips to my thigh and my right hind leg pulled forward between my fore legs. A heavy mesh wire net was tossed over me and some mini agent, who was smiling wickedly, shot a dart in my shoulder.

The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was the night sky and agents enclosing and surrounding me from all sides. Then I blacked out.