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The fire inside me consumed me. The only thought in my mind was anger. It boiled in my heart. A snarl escaped my lips. The flames within me suddenly rose, burning hotter and brighter and bringing pain with them.

I collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain. My muscles throbbed as the hurt flowed like poison through my veins. I felt myself shaking and convulsing on my bedroom floor.

The cracking of everyone of my bones echoed and I winced and tryed not to scream.

What the hell was happening to me?! I thought. None of this was making sense. Why was I so angry, boiling, burning?

The fire continued to burn unceasingly for several minutes—maybe hours—until it finally ceased, leaving me panting on the ground. I felt strange, like I wasn't even my self. I tried to wipe my forehead but stopped myself after noticing that my arm was covered in a layer of thick fur.

Anger and fear overcame me and then I was no more.

I was swallowed by a black void. My memories disappeared, and I became no more than an animal, a creature. I lost my humanity. I was a wolf, and nothing more.

Nothing more than a very large, silver and black wolf.

All essence of the person I used to be, the human called Cyan, was gone, seemingly forever.

The darkness of an abyss surrounded me.

I awoke in a cold sweat.

It was just a dream. I tried to convince myself over, and over in my clouded mind. These dreams of me; no, not me, but a wolf version of myself. The wolf, running against the rain and wind not giving a crap about the rest of the world. The dreams got clearer every night, although they were very strange. Always different, yet they were so much a like. Why? Why had these dream accured at all? Also, why had this 'dream' seemed worse, painful, and smoldering?

The one thing I noticed when I had waken; was that I was—indeed, on the floor. Same as my dream. I lifted my sore limbs from the beige carpet. Crap. I groaned against it, as my muscles convulsed and studdered. I couldn't move. Why? Had I fallen and gotten hurt?

I started to panic, about to scream for my mother, anyone who could help. But my voice died in my throat.

"C-Cyan?" I heard my mother's worried voice from above. I watched her, from the corners of my eyes. She was against the door frame, looking confused and terrified. What was wrong? Did I look hurt, dirty, ugly? Anything?

"Mom?" I whispered, but I couldn't move, still strained.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. Help me up, because I can't move," I pleaded, I too, was worried for myself. She hurried over to me, as she grabbed my arms—I blanched. She pulled back slightly, gasping.

"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" God, her voice wavered. I needed to pull it together. Fast.

"No Mom," I lied. "I'm fine." She believed me, and pulled me so I was on my bed again.

"Why aren't you wear clothes?" she asked. The bed sank in as she sat down by my legs.

"I don't know." Well here's the thing Mom, last night I got really crazed and transformed into a wolf isn't that just the strangest thing?

"Oh." She didn't believe that, but she didn't push it.

"Can...you get me some water or something?" Just leave, Mom. Now.

"Of course, honey," She patted my leg lightly and left the room.

Over the next few days I planned. I couldn't stay here. My mom wouldn't belive me, no one would. Yet, I know what happened, and I know it'll happen again.

So I packed. Packed some clothes that still fit, I had grown considerably, some money I had, and a few bottles of water. I put it all in an over-the shoulder bag. Now all I had to do was figure out how to Change again.

"Concentrate. Concentrate. Concentrate." I mummbled to myself. This shouldn't be so hard. Come on...

"Dammit! This is never going to work." I pushed my head in my hands. This isn't working! I'm was a wolf so why can't I be one again? I'm so pathetic. Was it all really a dream? Did I imagin all of it? Was that memory fake?

Rage flooded me again, and my skin felt like it was caught on fire. This continued on and on and when it stopped I was huffing on my bed. I felt the same strangness that I felt before.

Yes! I did it!

I had completed the Change.

Practice, and another pair of clothes had finally paid off. I could Change in no time at all. Wolf to human anytime I wanted.

I had to run now. Get out. Leave this town. Leave this State. Leave everyone.

My mom would never know. She shouldn't worry anyway, her wolf daughter could handle herself. I think.

The note I wrote her will be all she'll know of it. It'll be the last thing she'll hear from me.

Mom,

I'm leaving. Please be safe while I'm gone. Don't go all crazy looking for me. You won't find me. This isn't you're fault, it's mine. I'm not comming back. And you're NOT going to even TRY to look for me. You understand? Good.

Love Forever,

Cyan

Then...I ran.