Intro

Elipsa came up with this prompt. No clue why, but it put in my mind a visual that made me grin… but then it shifted into this… not what I had in mind at all, but that's how it goes with my stories.

- Day 4 -

He's gone.

I'm not sure how to deal with the pain, the anger… the guilt I have tearing me apart inside for feeling pain and anger.

It's not fair. Dad was a good man. A great man. He was kind, smart, funny and the best dad a guy could ever want. But he's gone now. Dead.

And it's all Leah's fault. The bitch.

Apparently, the stories and legends of the Spirit Warriors are true. Leah shifted into one of those pack wolves that have been seen around the reservation. Seeing Leah transform shocked Dad. It shocked him so much that he had a heart attack. And died.

Mom said she knew about his heart condition, been bugging him about his cholesterol. So, Leah shouldn't feel guilty about Dad dying.

I want to hate her. I really do… but it's not her fault. Not really. Leah didn't ask to become a Spirit Warrior, a shapeshifter, a wolf. Which I find hilarious. She really is a bitch, a female canine. A bitch that can rip my throat out but still a bitch. She's smaller than the other wolves, Leah has gray fur and really sharp teeth.

I don't admit it to anyone out loud, but I'm super jealous. It should have been me. All the other wolves are male. All of them. Including her ex, Sam and my friend, Embry. There's Jared, Paul and Jacob, too. All guys. It should have been me.

Besides, ever since she's transformed, Leah's been more moody. Always angry, always snapping at me. Leah says I'm acting like a whiny baby and that I need to man up because now I'm the man of the house now. We just lost Dad, for fuck's sake and I'm not allowed to mourn? Mom said she can't handle another outburst right now… and okay, I get that. But Leah? Fuck her.

I'm not sure when it happened exactly, but I left the house and headed for the forest. The pressure of my emotions was getting to me and I really wanted to lash out… break something… hit something… so I ran.

At some point, I realize that my body has shifted. I'm running on all fours and my senses are sharper. I can see the trees as I'm running past them, the leaves on the bushes as they brush by me, the grass under my… paws…

I come to a skittering halt… and I will never admit this to anyone else, but it wasn't a very graceful stop. I kind of slammed into one of the trees.

I try to look at my body, but I'm just going in circles and I'm starting to get a bit dizzy. All I can really tell is that my fur is brown… kind of a lightish color… but I don't really care because I'm a Spirit Warrior. Hell, yeah!

I throw my head back and howl. The sound is so weird coming from me, that I stop just as quickly as I start and look around to make sure no one is watching me.

This is so cool. I'm a wolf. I'm a fucking Spirit Warrior!

And something taps my head. I flinch and look around. I'm alone in the forest, so… I'm trying to see what is trying to get my attention and notice the raindrops clinging to the leaves as they slowly give way to gravity. Drip. Drip. Plop.

Another hits me on the head. That's when I realize, it's started raining… sprinkling really. And I look up at the darkening skies. Another drop is coming at me and I try to bite it as it comes near.

That's how they found me. Trying to catch raindrops as they fell, hopping around the forest like a silly pup.

How embarrassing.

Day 04 - Prompt: Raindrops

Word Count: 5326