Disclaimer: I made this fanfic for my own pleasure, my characters belong to me and my story idea but other characters belong to Patricia Briggs as well as most of the world my characters are in. And because I'm not Patricia Briggs her characters will not be so accurate, sorry but only she can perfect her characters.
The wolf easily took over, doing her best to calm Libby, she stood and raised a hand to Bran who had quickly came back to check on her. Obviously he hadn't heard her uncle's voice.
"I need to shift." The wolf said, it would be easier for her to protect Libby and most likely prevent the same incident happening twice. She shed the coat, and started to shift as she tore the cheap clothing.
Shifting from human to wolf and vice versa wasn't easy or beautiful. Bran had left during the beginning of it, continuing cooking chicken pasta. He was finished by the time she was done shifting, she lie on Bran's coat, panting.
Libby's wolf form was defiantly small as Bran had expected. She had sandy brown coloring, and her paws, tails and ears were tipped with a smoky black. Her face was also covered in a smoky black mask. She eyed Bran with alert golden green eyes. She knew she was safe with him, however, could he protect himself from a witch? Especially one with stronger abilities than Libby had, he could bombard the mind and make you powerless.
Bran sat at the dining table, setting a large plate with a heaping helping of pasta on the floor next to his chair.
"You need to eat," Part of it held a command with it, causing Libby to stand up from the floor and walk over to him faster than she would have, though she took her time still weak from the change.
The first two bites were less than a struggle, Libby's wolf wasn't all the pleased with the meal, but she wouldn't go to waste. When had she ever gotten a huge helping of food? When would she ever get the chance to try chicken pasta? The only real chance Libby ever got was on full moons, when her father had to pull the pack together for the change so that the humans wouldn't find them out.
I need to tell him… Libby thought as she licked her lips, if he went hunting with his pack, and was suddenly attacked… She shut down the thought quickly; she could worry about that at another time.
Bran stared at Libby as she ate, wondering why she had shifted. What had made her afraid so suddenly? When she finished she started glancing at him, licking her lips.
"What? Do you want more?" He asked with an amused grin. The sandy brown wolf lowered her eyes, apparently not so amused. Bran shrugged, picking up her plate as well as his own.
She followed him into the kitchen, pacing as he washed the dishes.
The…witch… he will come…for me. The thought came, Bran almost missed it, and it was a bit faint. He wondered if he would get used to Libby's ability.
"You don't need to worry too much, he can't do much." Bran hoped, most witches that used dark magic were powerful but how many could take on Bran? Charles was also here…
He… can do enough…
Bran glanced as Libby was staring out towards the living room. Had the witch done something to frighten her? He dried off his hands.
"Do not worry," He hated to command her, make her go against her own will, but he didn't want to see her so troubled over it all. Libby stiffened, but she lowered her head, glancing around the kitchen.
ugh sorry for the shortness, but well i promised to get this out by Wednesday, but i was distracted, than Thursday i burnt my hand...so today i was just barely able to finish what i had already typed... x.x sorry! I hope to pick up my pace some!