Chapter Seven
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Added some stuff to this chapter and fixed grammer and spelling errors.
Revenge. Oh. How. Prefect. Cain kills werewolves for revenge, and I was about to become his next punching bag. Shit. Time to find an escape, and I was hungry. Doesn't Cain know how to treat his guests? I laughed at the thought of myself as his guest.
Well, the wolf inside of me had gotten us into this mess, and it was about time for it to get me out of it. Time to put all my hard work of controlling the wolf inside of me to the test. I examined my cage, realizing now it wasn't all that strong. Huh, Cain must only use it to hold humans, and not their alter egos.
Okay, breath Oz, time to calm down. Then again, it was not like I was ever all that excitable. Breath in, hold to five, breath out. Look deep down, moving along my mind to where the wolf hides.
The hardest thing for me to except about my dual nature was that the wolf is with me all the time. It is me, so to speak. So it's just a matter of allowing my other self to surface, but in controlled manner. Now that seemed like a great idea in theory, but putting it into practice, now that was the hard part.
I could feel the wolf begin to stir, but I just wanted to change partway. Maybe just enough so I could use one of my sharp claws to pick the lock. Or break down the door, whatever happened first. I breathed deep, smelling the two humans in the other room. Involuntarily, I felt myself growl. Running my tongue over my teeth, I felt them lengthen and sharpen. My skin began to itch. Good. Come on Ozwolf, just a little more.
Just as I felt myself beginning to slip away, I heard the popping noise of my facial bones beginning to shift as my face lengthened. I opened my eyes and willed the changes to stop. I was the one who was in control, not the wolf. I looked down at my hand, which was now lightly covered in fur. My hands had just begun to transform into paws, my fingers ending in wicked claws.
It's freaky, I still can remember the first time I was able to stop the change partway. God, it freaked me out; to be able to look in the mirror and see myself partly wolfy. To tell the truth it still kind of freaks me out. But now it's almost cool.
Before I could control the change, I never really was able to comprehend what happened when I transformed into the wolf. Part of me had always wondered what I looked like. Once I had asked Xander what I looked like when I wolfed out. He described me as having brownish-black fur, and 8 feet tall but he lied, I'm still not sure why. Well, now I know as Ozwolf I am definitely not 8 feet tall, but I do tend to gain about half a foot. That half a foot always reminds me how much I hate being 5"4. And my fur (wow that sounds strange) tends to be a reddish-brown, not black brown. More like my natural hair colour, what ever that is. Well, then again, maybe Xander just like's to exaggerate and colour blind.
Snapping out of my daydream, I slowly reached up to feel my face. My nose had flattened somewhat but my face was still definitely human looking. God, it feels like I haven't shaved for months. Grinning I reached up to feel my ears, which had just begun to slide up the sides of my head. Satisfied that I had changed enough, I looked up to examine the cage door. One bad thing about changing only partway was walking becomes difficult.
Then I heard the startled breathing coming from the 14 year-old girl standing in the doorway. I stared at her, my golden-green eyes shinning in the darkening room. How long had she been standing there? I must have been so caught up in controlling the change, I didn't smell or hear her come in. Oh shit. It must be Cain's daughter, Siobhan. I wondered how much Cain told her about his "job". Judging by her reaction not very much.
She continued to stare at me. I didn't know if I could speak but someone had to say something. "Grr.. ah.." Okay, not so bad. Let's try that again. "Ga, umm...Hi." I silently smacked myself in the head. Great Oz. Real great way to start a conversation. She continued to stare at me. God, she must be even quieter than I am, or else scared shitless. But this does have possibilities. She might just be my ticket outta here. Then again she might take after her old man...but well let's not think about that.
Finally she said something, "Hi."
Well that's a start. I began to wonder if I should try to change back to human, but that might take a while and not to mention, might freak her out more.
"What's wrong with your face?" She finally asked. Daddy definitely never let her on to the idea of werewolves.
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Added some stuff to this chapter and fixed grammer and spelling errors.
Revenge. Oh. How. Prefect. Cain kills werewolves for revenge, and I was about to become his next punching bag. Shit. Time to find an escape, and I was hungry. Doesn't Cain know how to treat his guests? I laughed at the thought of myself as his guest.
Well, the wolf inside of me had gotten us into this mess, and it was about time for it to get me out of it. Time to put all my hard work of controlling the wolf inside of me to the test. I examined my cage, realizing now it wasn't all that strong. Huh, Cain must only use it to hold humans, and not their alter egos.
Okay, breath Oz, time to calm down. Then again, it was not like I was ever all that excitable. Breath in, hold to five, breath out. Look deep down, moving along my mind to where the wolf hides.
The hardest thing for me to except about my dual nature was that the wolf is with me all the time. It is me, so to speak. So it's just a matter of allowing my other self to surface, but in controlled manner. Now that seemed like a great idea in theory, but putting it into practice, now that was the hard part.
I could feel the wolf begin to stir, but I just wanted to change partway. Maybe just enough so I could use one of my sharp claws to pick the lock. Or break down the door, whatever happened first. I breathed deep, smelling the two humans in the other room. Involuntarily, I felt myself growl. Running my tongue over my teeth, I felt them lengthen and sharpen. My skin began to itch. Good. Come on Ozwolf, just a little more.
Just as I felt myself beginning to slip away, I heard the popping noise of my facial bones beginning to shift as my face lengthened. I opened my eyes and willed the changes to stop. I was the one who was in control, not the wolf. I looked down at my hand, which was now lightly covered in fur. My hands had just begun to transform into paws, my fingers ending in wicked claws.
It's freaky, I still can remember the first time I was able to stop the change partway. God, it freaked me out; to be able to look in the mirror and see myself partly wolfy. To tell the truth it still kind of freaks me out. But now it's almost cool.
Before I could control the change, I never really was able to comprehend what happened when I transformed into the wolf. Part of me had always wondered what I looked like. Once I had asked Xander what I looked like when I wolfed out. He described me as having brownish-black fur, and 8 feet tall but he lied, I'm still not sure why. Well, now I know as Ozwolf I am definitely not 8 feet tall, but I do tend to gain about half a foot. That half a foot always reminds me how much I hate being 5"4. And my fur (wow that sounds strange) tends to be a reddish-brown, not black brown. More like my natural hair colour, what ever that is. Well, then again, maybe Xander just like's to exaggerate and colour blind.
Snapping out of my daydream, I slowly reached up to feel my face. My nose had flattened somewhat but my face was still definitely human looking. God, it feels like I haven't shaved for months. Grinning I reached up to feel my ears, which had just begun to slide up the sides of my head. Satisfied that I had changed enough, I looked up to examine the cage door. One bad thing about changing only partway was walking becomes difficult.
Then I heard the startled breathing coming from the 14 year-old girl standing in the doorway. I stared at her, my golden-green eyes shinning in the darkening room. How long had she been standing there? I must have been so caught up in controlling the change, I didn't smell or hear her come in. Oh shit. It must be Cain's daughter, Siobhan. I wondered how much Cain told her about his "job". Judging by her reaction not very much.
She continued to stare at me. I didn't know if I could speak but someone had to say something. "Grr.. ah.." Okay, not so bad. Let's try that again. "Ga, umm...Hi." I silently smacked myself in the head. Great Oz. Real great way to start a conversation. She continued to stare at me. God, she must be even quieter than I am, or else scared shitless. But this does have possibilities. She might just be my ticket outta here. Then again she might take after her old man...but well let's not think about that.
Finally she said something, "Hi."
Well that's a start. I began to wonder if I should try to change back to human, but that might take a while and not to mention, might freak her out more.
"What's wrong with your face?" She finally asked. Daddy definitely never let her on to the idea of werewolves.