F e r a l A w a k e n i n g

A/N: I seriously don't know when Lycanthropy began, or if there was a "beginning" to it. Although I did look up the other stuff. Enjoy

"Why ME?" I asked, annoyed.

"Well…I mean, clearly only you could understand this wolfgirl." Tarah claimed, and no one else objected to this.

I leaned back into the couch, mulling it over. "I don't think I am…" I muttered, but loudly enough for everyone to hear. "I mean, I don't feel any different than I had before or anything…no weird wolfish instincts…that's what you would feel, right?" I questioned.

"I don't know. I don't think any of us are too experienced in lycanthropes." Dakota said, drinking a glass of water herself.

"Why don't we look it up, like, on the internet or something?" Trinity asked.

"Great idea." Sasha said, and we went over to Dakota's computer and pulled the Internet up. After some Googling, we had found a site that seemed trustworthy.
Tarah began to read aloud as Dakota scrolled down the page.

"Lycanthrope, another term for werewolf, beginning around the mid 1700's….being able to shift shape from a human to a wolf…many cases evident…signs that someone is werewolf…a lot of hair growth…longer fingers and toes…pronounced canine teeth…craving for meat…"

Sasha immediately grabbed my hands and examined them. "Nope, she still has tiny hands."

"Shut up!" I snapped, and after Sasha made me open my mouth, she noticed something.

"Hey, she does have some pointy canines…"

"Isn't that a common thing?" I asked.

"Yeah, it is." Trinity said.

Dakota then scrolled down further and read out loud, "Possible ways to get infected include being bitten, by means of magick, and sexual contact."

"We can cross out sex cause I'm pretty sure Ariel hasn't been sleeping with anyone, or any of us," Tarah said, and I nodded.

"And none of us have been bitten, right?" Dakota asked, and we all once again nodded.

"So, last possible option is magick." Just as Trinity had clarified that, the power went out, effectively shutting down the computer and all the lights.

Trinity let out a little scream, and we all immediately clustered closer together. I glanced out the window and noticed that although it was dark, there was no precipitation.

"Why would the power go out?" I asked, feeling paranoid.

"Maybe it was just a freak accident," Tarah wondered.

"We need a flashlight, but it's upstairs." Dakota announced, and she continued. "We'll need to go there…okay?"

"Yeah," Sasha agreed, and I nodded before realizing no one would notice me. Duh.

Walking blindly with Dakota in the lead (I assumed), we carefully walked up the carpeted stairs. I didn't need to walk here in the light; I knew this house like the back of my hand. Soon we reached her door and Dakota turned the knob. We all walked in and stood by her bed, listening to her blindly try to look for her flashlight.

"I swear I left it on my nightstand!" Dakota muttered, and continued looking.

Suddenly, the door flew back, locked. We all jumped, startled.

"The Soothsayer has relayed my message…perfect." A voice that seemed to be coming from the left and the right echoed in the room. We all immediately recognized whom it belonged to, and clustered together in fear, not being able to see.

"When your time is just to sunset,

as the moon awakens from its sleep,

when blood and tears have met,

it will be your time to weep,"

I felt something tingle in the air…a sort of electricity, but something that also felt unbalanced.

Dakota groaned, and Sasha growled, "Who the fuck are you, what do you want from us?!"

The wolf-girl chucked. "My name is Eneri. What do I want? Revenge."

Then, the lights all turned back on and I glanced around wildly, but Eneri seemed to have disappeared.

"Dakota!" Tarah gasped, and I turned my attention to the floor, where an unconscious Dakota lay.