Chapter 2: The Mind of the Wolf by snidget76
In this chapter Dominique has her first classes and experiences her first transformation within the school grounds. Once again anything Harry Potter you recognize belongs to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. But my OC's are mine.
Dominique's first day at Hogwarts began with a pillow being thrown on her.
"Dom, wake iup/i; we'll be late," urged Lena. She picked up a second pillow from her bed and took aim.
"WHAT!" screamed a flustered Dominique. She jumped out of bed and rushed to her trunk to get her school robes.
"You heard me," answered an equally flustered Lena, also digging through her trunk to find her robes.
Dominique having located her robes ran into the bathroom to get changed, while Lena began shoving her school books into her bag while attempting to pull her robes over her head with one hand.
The two of them reached the Great Hall panting for breath. "We made it," gasped out Dominique, clutching at a stitch at her side as the both of them sat down at the Hufflepuff table.
"We haven't made it yet," said Lena grabbing a stack of toast from the rack and splitting it between the two of them.
"You two!" shouted a sharp voice; the two children's heads whipped up at the sound as their Head of House, Professor Sinistra came striding into view. "Here are your timetables. Now get to class. Because it is the first day of school I won't take away any house points. Though your teacher may not be so lenient," she handed each of them a sheaf of parchment and walked briskly away. Dominique cursed as she saw that their first class was Transfiguration.
"Great, the Transfiguration classroom is at the other side of the castle. It'll take forever to get there," she exclaimed.
"We mind as well get started," said Lena, cramming the last of the toast in her mouth, getting up from the table and yanked her book bag from the table. Dominique finished her hurried breakfast and grabbed her bag as well and then the two of them set off to their class, racing through the corridors even though they both knew that they were late.
Dominique reached the classroom first and pulled the door open. The entire class turned around to stare at them. "Hey, Dom, you made it," shouted James from the other end of the cavernous room.
"Jordan, Weasley how nice of you to join us," said voice that sounded like a crisp sheet of paper being torn, Dominique looked to left and saw her teachers dark brown eyes glaring back. The man had dark caramel skin, black hair and a thin mouth set in a sour-looking frown. But unlike the dark aura that hung about him, he was wearing semi-pale lilac robes that made both Dominique and Lena stare. "If you do not realize this, this is a classroom. Take your seats. I'm forgetting something, oh yes ten points from Hufflepuff." Quickly locating seats as far away from their professor as possible they heard that the professor had more to say. "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I am professor Zabini, your transfiguration teacher. I will be your teacher for all your time here at Hogwarts, unless you choose or don't get the required O.W.L.s to not be able to continue in your sixth and seventh years." After that brief introduction, Zabini set the first years to take notes from their books.
The class was uneventful until the end of class, when James stood up on his chair accompanied by Fred who was also in the room and belted out the school song in what he said was "a fit of off the scale school spirit that had to be let go" and promptly lost 15 points from Gryffindor. Once Professor Zabini had dismissed the class, Lena and Dominique practically ran out of the room to try and figure out where to go for their next class as the last of the students from the room behind them filed out from there.
"Hey, Dom, Lena, wait up" called out James, as the two girls showed every intention of leaving the corridor. Dominique turned around and smiled, James had always been one of her favorite cousins.
"Um… sure, I can spare a few moments." She looked questioningly at Lena, who nodded and followed James to the side of the corridor with Dominique.
"You wanted to talk? You better make it quick James, we've got History of Magic in seven minutes," said Dominique, looking at her watch with a frown.
"I just wanted to know where you're common room was," said James, leading them further down the corridor. "So, where is it?"
Lena narrowed her eyes in suspicion, "why would you want to know where the Hufflepuff common room is?"
Suddenly there was a loud bang and several screams, Dominique's and Lena's heads whipped around as large plumes of black smoke and loud trumpets began to appear and be heard. People began to run as they continued to scream and make to the exit. Dominique knew instantly what was going on and turned around to face James who was doubling over laughing so as to confirm her worst suspicions.
"Decoy Detonators James?" she asked incredulously, Dominique looked over at Lena who was trying really hard not to follow James' example and fall over laughing.
"Brilliant, brilliant," Lena said with glee.
"Thank you, thank you," exclaimed James, taking a bow "I didn't want the two of you to be late for class so I distracted you".
By this time the Decoy Detonators had disappeared and the people in the corridor had calmed down, enough so that Dominique, Lena, James could see the red-headed boy who was grinning broadly at them headed toward where the small group was gathered.
"Worked like a charm, James," Fred Weasley said grinning- if possible- even broader.
"Excellent," said James. Dominique noticed the students around them beginning to disperse and remembered her lesson.
"Guys we have to go to History of Magic," she said gesturing to herself and Lena, "and I think we're going to be late."
"Well then… good luck," huffed Fred, acting as if he was offended.
"Right, Dom? Let's get going," said Lena while tightening her hold on her book bag. "Nice prank by the way, you two" she commented as she and Dominique headed down the corridor and down the stairs to the History of Magic classroom.
The two of them made their way through the hall quickly discussing James and Fred's desire to prank the students of Hogwarts so early in year and Professor Binns, whether he'd make a good teacher and exactly what was Professor Zabini's problem.
Surprisingly they were not that late for class despite the seemingly long time they had spent in the Transfiguration corridor. When they entered the History of Magic classroom they noticed a pearly white ghost at the front of the room not unlike the ones they had seen at the welcoming feast. The students barely had time to sit down before the ghost began speaking.
"I am your History of Magic teacher, Professor Binns, let us begin. Please remember to take notes. We will start on the giant wars," the ghost said and without further ado he began describing the cause of the giant wars. His gravelly voice sent most of the class to sleep within five minutes.
History of Magic ended signaling lunch and the children filed out of the Classroom to head back toward the Great Hall for their meal. Dominique and Lena came into the entrance hall talking about the upcoming quidditch try-outs when Dominique noticed her brother Louis with his Slytherin friends having a heated discussion, he looked up abruptly and noticed his youngest sisters' questioning expression. Louis broke off the conversation and moved toward Dominique and Lena.
"See you at the Hufflepuff table," said Lena making her way to the Great Hall.
"So Dominique, how is it going?" asked Louis, Dominique ignored the question with one of her own.
"What were you talking about with those other kids?"
"What- oh that. That was… nothing, nothing," he replied unconvincingly. "Erm, Dom could I talk to you privately?" Louis changed the subject in an urgent tone.
"Sure; where?" Her brother gestured away from the crowds loitering near the Great Hall and the two of them moved to the entrance to the Dungeons.
"What did you want to talk about?" Dominique asked. Louis did not need any further prompting, without introduction he burst into speech, talking in a hushed whisper so no one near could hear.
"Are you all right with …with everything? The moon is coming soon and I wondered if you were prepared for… it" Louis said softly.
Dominique glanced around them frantically so as to make sure they weren't being overheard then said "Louis, full moon is not 'till next week. I'm fine, honest. But I don't want to talk about that, what were you and those other Slytherin's arguing about, I saw you."
"Dominique that has nothing to do with you, but I'm glad you're dealing with it fine. I hope your transformation goes well," then Louis walked back toward the group of Slytherin's with whom he was speaking earlier, Dominique gave herself a little shake and walked into the Great Hall to eat lunch.
When Dominique sat down next to Lena for lunch, she noticed that out of the corner of her eye her brother and his friends entered the Great Hall talking quietly the group split up as they approached their table- which Dominique found strange as they were all in the same house- then she saw one of her cousins, Molly gesture for Louis to come and sit next to her and her twin Lucy.
Dominique distinctly heard Louis say in an exasperated tone to Molly "not now Molly" then he went to sit at the other end of the table leaving Molly looking reproachful behind him.
"Dom, i Dom/i; are you even listening to me?" said Lena exasperatedly next to her.
"Oh, sorry Lena," responded Dominique, tearing her eyes away from the back of her brother's head, "what were you saying?"
"I was asking you what you and you're brother were talking about back there. So what was it?" she asked.
"That was nothing. Louis just wanted to know how my classes were so far, that's all."
Lena seemed satisfied with that answer and turned her attention back to her stew and brought back up the conversation the two were having earlier about the upcoming try-outs. Dominique expressed that she did not particularly want to play in the game.
"Well why not?" Lena asked incredulously.
"I don't know but I've always rather fancied the commentary rather than the flying around," Dominique replied, tucking in to some stew herself. A few seconds later the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. The two girls gathered up their things and left for their next class which was Double-Charms.
Charms class, too many people's disappointment, including Dominique's, was quite boring. When the students entered the class Professor Flitwick greeted them warmly then set them to take notes on the theory of charms from their books. Once the class ended and Flitwick told them to finish reading the introduction to their charms book, the students filed out of the room and burst into protest about the homework.
"He gave us ihomework/i on the first day? And he's supposed to be the easy teacher," exclaimed Lena once she and Dominique entered their common room.
The two of them quickly claimed two chairs and a table, and began reading the introduction to their charms book until it was time to head up to the Astronomy Tower for their Astronomy lesson with Professor Sinistra.
For the rest of the week Dominique grew accustomed to the way things worked at Hogwarts. Though once the weekend arrived she was relieved, but her weekend was not completely free. Thus on Saturday, Dominique and Lena were to be found in the library surrounded by textbooks and parchment.
"Do you understand this?" asked Dominique looking at the essay requirements for the 14 inch long Defense against the Dark Arts paper that was due on Monday.
"No," responded Lena leaning over and taking a look at the copied down requirements on the parchment, "But we've got lots of time to find out what it does mean, let's just move on to something else." They grabbed their Astronomy books instead and began to work on their neglected star charts.
They were so invested in their work that the two of them didn't notice the nervous looking second year hovering near their table until he cleared his throat loud enough to make even the deepest sleeper wake with a start. The boy cleared his throat and both girls jumped.
"Excuse me but are any of you Dominique Weasley. I'm supposed to give this to her," he said in a somewhat bored voice.
"I'm Dominique Weasley," said Dominique holding out her hand for the small scroll of parchment that was in the boy's hand. The second year gave the scroll to her and disappeared.
Lena raised her eyebrows. "Since when do people send you messages? Open it," she added gesturing to the scroll in her friend's hand. Dominique unrolled the tightly furled scroll that was tied with a deep purple ribbon and read:
iMs. Weasley,
I would very much like to continue our acquaintance from the train. I would very much appreciate it if you would care to have a bit of dinner tomorrow night in my office with a couple of other selected guests of my choosing. I hope to see you there at 5 o'clock, no later.
Sincerely,
Professor H. Slughorn/i
"What does it say?" asked Lena. Dominique handed her the parchment with a scowl and waited for a response. "So, I'm guessing you ididn't/i like him when you met him on the train," she said.
"Ugh. He is so… so I don't know. I just don't like him. That's all I know. He seems way too interested in the rich and famous rather than what's real in a person," Dominique answered.
"Wow, you got all that from a twenty minute meeting?"
"Yeah; it's amazing how much you tell from a person. But forget about that we should finish our Astronomy work."
Dominique put the parchment in her robe pocket and pulled her star chart close to her and continued to work on it. Lena dipped her black feathered quill into her inkpot then stopped as the quill came and hovered about an inch from the parchment in front of her before realizing something and setting down her quill. She then turned to Dominique and asked, "Wait a minute. Are you going?"
Dominique looked up. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that are you going to go to that dinner?" Dominique shrugged, labeling one of Mars' moons.
"I don't know; I guess. Maybe, I don't really care, but I suppose it might not be that bad." She mumbled. Lena nodded like she understood and turned back to her star chart.
They continued to work for next few hours until dinner then left the library for the Great Hall. Dominique was thinking about the dinner the next night. Earlier she had acted as if she didn't care about it. She guessed she wouldn't even go. But as Dominique thought more and more about it she suddenly remembered something she had pushed to the back of her mind. iHadn't Professor Slughorn looked afraid of her after the welcoming feast? She thought to herself. Well maybe I'll be able to figure out why he seemed so different at dinner/i she finally decided, taking another forkful of the delicious Sheppard's Pie in front of her. Dominique was brought out of her thoughts by Peeves, the school poltergeist attempting to throw her own pie at her. She swatted her fork at him and he disappeared cackling like mad.
After the meal Dominique and Lena headed to the Hufflepuff common room. Once they entered it Lena quickly claimed a table so the two of them could continue the work they had been working on before dinner. Dominique made to follow her when something caught her eye, the Hufflepuff bulletin board. She gestured for Lena to wait a bit and walked over to the board. On the billboard amid the signs displaying quidditch try-outs and ads for tutoring in Charms class there was a sign asking for a new quidditch announcer for the quidditch matches. iHmm maybe, /i she thought then turned back in the direction of Lena who was busily taking notes on parchment.
The two Hufflepuffs decided to go to sleep around midnight. The two of them climbed up the stairs to the girls' dormitories yawning widely with exhaustion. It wasn't until Dominique had collapsed into bed with the hangings pulled around her bed having gotten changed with them drawn around her again that she realized that she had not seen Ted in the common room tonight. iBut I was about ready to collapse anyway I must have not noticed/i she decided then rolled over and was asleep in the next minute.
When Dominique woke up the next morning she groaned as she remembered the dinner she had to have with Professor Slughorn. iAt least it's the weekend/i, she thought. She sat up and looked around the dormitory.
The other four girls were still asleep, so Dominique quietly got up and went to take a shower. When she came out, the others in the dormitory were up and getting ready as well.
"So what are the rest of you doing today?" asked Comya Foote from where she was combing her hair in front of the mirror next to the window of the dormitory.
"Dunno I think I might send a letter to my brother," said Lena, spreading out her covers over her bed.
"Wait," began Jamesena, another one of the Hufflepuff first year girls, "I thought your brother was still in school. Why would you want to send a letter to someone who's already here?"
"Oh, Alex doesn't go here," responded Lena dismissively, her tone clearly indicating that the subject was not to be pursued. Jamesena nodded then left the dormitory. Dominique gave her a questioning look but looked away.
Dominique then proceeded out of the dormitory. "I'll see you later then," she said over her shoulder to Lena who nodded and began searching in her trunk for parchment.
Dominique walked down the corridor that ran outside of the common room towards the dungeons. She needed her potion. iIt should be fine/i Dominique told herself. Ever since her first meeting with Slughorn the prospect of seeing him again made her uneasy. iAnd what was with the way he had looked at her after the feast? He had looked as though he was afraid of her, but why? /i Dominique wondered. Her musings were interrupted when the door to the potions classroom suddenly opened revealing the large stomach of Professor Horace Slughorn.
He peered down at Dominique and jumped back in surprise. Was it time already? "Ah, Ms. Weasley, yes the Headmistress mentioned…," he trailed off uncertainly. "Well, never mind, come in m'dear."
"Thank you… Professor," Dominique said with a curious expression on her face.
Dominique entered the classroom and looked around. There were desks in rows with a path down the middle, each desk with a cauldron perched on top. At the front of the classroom there was the teacher's desk which was covered with sheets of parchment, quills, and ink pots. On top of the parchment sat a cauldron larger than the others, bubbling with steam rising from its depths. A goblet sat next to the cauldron, it was smoking as well.
"There you are," said Slughorn nervously "just drink it and then come back tomorrow for another goblet."
Dominique nodded then walked up to the desk and grabbed the smoking goblet. After a split second hesitation she downed the foul tasting wolfsbane potion in one gulp. She gagged slightly; it tasted worse than it had before.
"I'll see you tomorrow then," said Dominique before leaving.
Dominique decided to skip Professor Slughorn's little dinner. She hadn't given it a second thought since she and Lena had talked about it. After what happened on the train she wanted as little to do with him as possible she finally decided. This would prove difficult in the coming months as she needed the potion he made in order to stay in her right mind on full moon.
Classes resumed on Monday with the first one being Defense against the Dark Arts. Professor Patil who taught the class was another old family friend. She was well liked by students and staff. Patil was largely regarded as firm but fair and sometimes rather strict.
The professor began the lesson by taking roll like the other teachers. The rest of class was spent taking notes on the course aims for the year and on Disarming Spells. After the Defense lesson, the first year Hufflepuffs had Herbology right after lunch.
Lena and Dominique entered Greenhouse One and saw the other students just barely pulling out their copies of iOne Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore./i The two of them found seats on the bench behind one of the many trays along the table in front of them. The back door to the Greenhouse opened and Professor Longbottom walked in. A few minutes later the students were drawing diagrams of Flutterby bushes.
"Why does my bulb look like an apricot?" muttered McKenzie Iron, who was working at Lena and Dominique's tray with Avena Adcock.
For the next few days Dominique settled into a routine, every morning she would wake up before her dorm mates and head down to Professor Slughorn's office for her potion, then return to her dormitory before the others woke up.
On the morning of the Full Moon, Dominique woke up with a great feeling of trepidation. She brushed the feeling aside and looked around the dormitory. As usual the others in the dormitory hadn't awoken. Dominique got dressed and left the dorm quietly.
When Dominique got to the Professor's office, the door opened almost immediately revealing Professor Slughorn holding a smoking goblet in his pudgy hand with sheen of sweat on his forehead. Upon seeing Dominique he gave a small start, but did not spill the contents of the goblet.
"Well, this is what you're here for isn't?" his voice shook a little.
Slughorn thrust the goblet of potion into Dominique's hands and before she could say a word, Professor Slughorn had ducked back into his office and slammed the door in her face. A little stunned by the turn of events, she made her way back to the Common Room to get ready for class.
During breakfast, Dominique tried not to think of Slughorn's reaction to seeing her that morning. Their earlier confrontations had been more of the same really; nevertheless Slughorn had managed to control his obvious discomfort at the situation a lot better. iBut I suppose that doesn't extend to Full Moon days, /i she thought glumly. Dominique did not honestly understand what was wrong with Professor Slughorn; all of the other teachers had reacted to her being in their class as though she were any other student. Why did Slughorn have to be so different?
Dominique mentally shook herself and pushed the thoughts from her mind. She then engaged herself in the conversation that the other girls in her year were having about today's classes.
The first class of the day was Defense against the Dark Arts. As the students filed into the room Professor Patil looked up from her desk and smiled at her students. Dominique and the other girls from their dormitory chose seats near one another in the middle of the room. The Hufflepuffs were having this class with the Slytherins. None of them seemed happy with this arrangement.
"Today we will be continuing our discussion of last lesson on disarming spells," began Professor Patil. "The main disarming spell used in duels most of the time is as you know the iExpelliarmus/i charm…"
As Patil went on to describe the effects of the charm, Dominique found her attention slipping. The prospects of what was to happen at moonrise running through her mind. Despite the fact she had already gone through one transformation before this, it was her first outside school. On her first transformation she had been freaked out enough with the strange impulses and the reforming bones had left her sore for the larger part of the week.
By the end of class, Dominique had barely written any notes on disarming spells. Lena looked at her with an odd expression on her face, as far as she was concerned Dominique had never been this detached during class, except perhaps History of Magic. Dominique shook her head at her friends questioning look, indicating that she would rather not talk about what was bothering her. Lena nodded in understanding and the two of them exited the classroom.
For the rest of the day, Dominique barely paid attention in classes, too absorbed in her own thoughts to be aware of her surroundings. She constantly found herself looking at the clock, even though the moon had yet to rise. By the time Potions ended, her last class of the day had finished Dominique hadn't been able to sit still.
With around an hour or so until dinner Dominique tried to work on her homework, but after half an hour or so of re- reading the same passage of a textbook over and over again, she gave up. In the end Dominique decided she should probably write a letter to her parents. Once satisfied with the letter, Dominique went up to her dorm and set it down on the side table next to her bed. She would mail it the next day.
When dinner arrived, Dominique went to the Great Hall with Lena who unlike her, actually managed to do actual work. As the two girls sat down at the Hufflepuff table, Dominique looked up and noticed her brother and sister watching her from their respective tables in the Great Hall. i Could they be any more obvious /i she thought. Giving her siblings a look that told them to stop staring, Dominique turned to her plate and was about to begin filling it with food when a wave of nausea rolled over her. i Silver, there must be silver here /i. Anyone who knew about werewolves knew that silver made them feel ill especially at Full Moon. Knowing that she needed sustenance, Dominique forced herself to eat despite the nausea that made her want to vomit.
"Dom, are you okay? You don't look very well," asked Lena looking concerned.
"No, I'm fine, Lena, really. I'm just a little dizzy, that's all," replied Dominique, forcing a smile onto her face.
"Alright then," said Lena looking unconvinced, but she didn't raise any more questions, for which Dominique was grateful.
Much like earlier in the day, Dominique spent dinner compulsively checking the time to make sure she got to the Shrieking Shack on time, where she would be having her transformations, on time. As soon as she had finished her meal, Dominique realized that it was time to go to the Shrieking Shack.
"I'm going to go to bed. I'm a bit tired," she said to Lena, who nodded, stood up and left the Great Hall.
As Dominique began ascending the staircase to get to the Hospital Wing so Madam Pomfrey could take her to the passage that led to the Shrieking Shack, she became aware of someone calling her name. Turning around, she noticed Victoire exiting the Great Hall and hurrying toward her.
"Dominique, I hoped to catch you before you went to…," she trailed off uncertainly.
"Oh, right. Um, what did you want to talk about?" Dominique asked hoping to change the subject.
"I wondered if you were prepared for what will happen. You know if I could I wouldn't let you go alone," answered Victoire hesitantly.
Dominique felt touched that her sister would consider coming with her for her transformation but understood why she couldn't come.
"Thank you, Victoire, but I'll be fine. I've done it before already," said Dominique, trying and failing to smile in reassurance. "I've already talked to Louis about it. It'll be fine."
Victoire smiled weakly, gave her younger sister a brisk hug, turned in the other direction; back towards the Great Hall.
Dominique hurried up the staircase and quickly made her way to the Hospital Wing. When she arrived there she found Madam Pomfrey waiting for her. The school Matron looked up upon her arrival with a sad smile. And so young too, isn't there any justice in the world she thought bitterly.
"Well, Miss Weasley, I'm sure you know what to expect, but I'll just tell you what will happen come morning. I will retrieve you from the Shrieking Shack and you will wake up in the Hospital Wing. We will see how you are in the morning. Meaning that depending on how you feel tomorrow, I'll see if you're well enough to go to classes," Madam Pomfrey explained.
Dominique nodded, showing she understood. Madam Pomfrey looked up at the clock at one end of the wing.
"Right then, you've got about fifteen minutes before the moon rises. I'm going to take you down to the entrance of the tunnel that will lead you to the Shack. I can't go down myself, but you'll fit. Come on, now," said Madam Pomfrey gesturing out the door and grabbing her cloak from her office. Dominique nodded once and followed the matron out of the Hospital Wing and out of the castle.
The pair did not encounter anyone on their way to their destination, which made sense because almost everyone was still at dinner. It was a good thing too because neither wanted awkward questions asked about why Dominique was leaving the castle so close to curfew.
Once outside, Madam Pomfrey led Dominique towards an ancient- looking willow tree. Pomfrey pulled out her wand from her cloak pocket and waved it in the air. A stick hovered in the air at the movement for a moment then moved in the direction of the seemingly innocent looking tree. The stick pressed up on a certain knot on the trunk near the roots and the Whomping Willow which had been before swaying with a slight breeze froze the instant the stick touched the knot.
"See there? That small space between those roots, that's the entrance to the tunnel," explained Pomfrey. Dominique nodded amazed at the revelation of the tunnel and how the school matron froze the Whomping Willow.
"Thank you," said Dominique briefly before turning around going through the roots Madam Pomfrey had indicated. Pomfrey nodded and turned back toward to the castle.
Inside the tunnel, Dominique had to crouch slightly because the ceiling of the tunnel was rather low. It was carved out of the ground and was very earthy. The tunnel was also quite long; Dominique kept checking her watch to make sure of the time she had left to get to the Shrieking Shack. It was when she had six minutes left till moonrise that she emerged from the tunnel into a decrepit room. The windows were all boarded up, there was a thick layer of dust coating the interior, and broken furniture covered the floor. Dominique checked her watch, there was five minutes left.
Remembering what her parents had told her about where she would transform, Dominique left through the door on her right into a dank and dark hallway, and up a rotting but hopefully reinforced staircase. On the landing there were two doors; Dominique went through the door directly in front of her as her father had told her.
Dominating the room was large broken four poster bed complete with hangings unrecognizable from the dust covering the fabric. On the left wall there was a boarded up window, underneath it there was a small pile of blankets shaped in the form of a small rounded bed.
Dominique moved to sit in the center of the room, facing the window. She stared out of a small gap in the window; through it she would be able to see the moon rising. Dominique looked back over her shoulder to make sure she had shut the door, it was closed.
Dominique felt herself go rigid. The moon had risen. iHere it comes/i, she thought. She tried not to think about the pain as it happened. Bones snapped and reformed, fur sprouted across her body, and claws grew out of fingernails. She cried out from the pain, her sounds giving way to howls. As soon as it had started, the process was finished.
Barely a moment's relief before the second part of her personality during Full Moon was awakened. iHungry/i said a voice in Dominique's mind that did not sound like her own. There was only the tiniest sliver recognition in the voice it was starved and feral. iIts' the wolf part of me/i she knew, fighting off the other part of her. Dominique had the sudden urge to hunt, to eat, to kill. The moment passed, leaving Dominique feeling more than a little shell shocked. The voice and the impulses had been bad enough the first time. She couldn't imagine having to go through the process one more time, much less the rest of her life. iThe reward of my stupidity/i she thought bitterly.
Dominique shook herself and looked down. She was closer to the ground than usual and on all fours. From her angle, Dominique saw the grey paws flecked with white that were her own. She sighed, or tried to; it came out as a low growl. i This is my life now I suppose/i she thought miserably.
Dominique would have cried if it were possible for a wolf to shed a tear. Instead she walked over the pile of blankets, leaving paw prints in her wake. She climbed on top of them and fell asleep, hopefully to awake in a brighter tomorrow.
Chapter notes: So sorry about the wait. Homework is all I can say, 8th grade not as easy as it looks. Anyways, I am sorry to say that you should expect updates to be irregular at this point. Sorry about that.
End notes: Again I'm sorry for the long wait. But I'm about a third done with chapter three so hopefully that will be done soon once I find time. Please tell me what you think. I thrive on reviews. Thank you for reading.