Tomorrow is a new day, to bad. Why? I have no freaking idea; Just ask these crazy evil people who think they are helping me. Everyone thinks they know what I’m going through یا that they can help me.
Let me start over, My name is Claira Hale. I’m a special “person”, I have long brown hair green eyes. Oh… and I’m a werewolf. Yea. See my life is complicated, not only am I the Chief’s ONLY Daughter, I’m the “Silver one” whatever that is, see only a week پہلے I was the most Normal person ever nothing special about me. I went to school, had my friends, my family was normal یا so I thought. Yesterday I started feeling bad so I go ہوم and my dad starts freaking out and اگلے thing I know there’s a 340 pound brown بھیڑیا in my living room.
Just then I start getting smaller یا shorter, growing fur, and my teeth become sharp and long. So here I am a wolf, standing 5 feet away from my بھیڑیا dad. So آپ see how I could think I’m going crazy. So of course I had to see if I had a tail, so I started spinning in a دائرے, حلقہ looking like a idiot. “Claire, Claire کلیم down” my dad told me walking over to me “CLAM DOWN, I’m a DOG how, why sould I کلیم down?!” “first so I can explain, سیکنڈ your not a dog, you’re a wolf” “Well then that makes it better” I replied, he ignored my tone and continued “first آپ need to change back” Well of course “How do I do that” “think human” I just looked at him “Think about being human” So I thought and started to grow my فر, سمور shrieked and I could stand up
“See that wasn’t so hard” I looked down, I was wearing the same thing I had when I changed “I guess not” I looked my dad was dad, I rubbed my eyes “I think it’s time I explain” “you think” he went to get his keys “Claire I think we should go somewhere else” “why” “it will help me tell you” “ok” “go get in the truck” as I started to walk outside dad pulled out his phone and called someone, سے طرف کی the time a was in the truck I heard a بھیڑیا howl, it was common to hear it, just it felt different like I knew it was calling it’s pack, I have always liked wolves wanted to study them but because of what just happened I might rethink that carrier choice.
Dad got in the truck and started west “where are we going to?” no mistaking the fear in my voice “to met some old friends” Yah that’ll help, he seemed nervous and excited at once, “oh..” after about 20 منٹ of driving we pulled up to a long drive way when a say long that’s just what a mean to. “Claire?” “Yea Dad” “Are آپ worried?” YES “Not really” I was not about to admit that I was sure he could see I was terrified, but I had to try.
آپ see, all my life I lived with my Dad it was just us my mom died from a mountain lion attack didn’t have any brothers یا sisters it was great, many times Dad went fishing trip 5 یا 6 times a week never for too long though I never asked مزید than how was it? And did آپ have a good day? Now think he was doing something more.
We got to the end of the drive way and saw a few people looking at me. They all looked, well strange. Three, My lucky number it gave me the smallest bit of hope. Three guys standing outside my truck a well muscled man about twenty-one, a lighter older man who had an important look to him and black short hair with gray in it about forty years old he seemed, then there was a boy about my age maybe sixteen short cropped black and skin lighter than the others but darker then me brown eyes that looked like دودھ chocolate and very lean cut the weird thing was he was looking at me. He looked at me like I was a ghost of a princess, he stood with a since of respect and dignity like he didn’t want to دکھائیں any respect to me.
Dad was already out of the truck talking to the older looking man “Richard, it’s time, she changed” I heard my dad say “I thought so” the man named Richard was saying “Claire” I jumped out of the car at my dad’s bellowing but کلیم voice “Claire this is Richard Greene, that over there” he pointed at the 21 سال old “Is Seth Greene, and that” Pointing to the youngest “Is Jacob Drainere” I wanted to be very polite to the only one who looked like he didn’t want me here, it wasn’t a ‘go to hell’ look but a ‘She doesn’t deserve to have that’ look
“Hello” I کہا in my sweetest voice “Hello, Claire” Oh my god, His voice was deep, soft, and had a باس, گھنگھور sound to it almost magical, I played his words in my head over and over again, I shivered then I remembered that I could blush a spoke again to hide my red cheeks. “H..hello Jacob”
Let me start over, My name is Claira Hale. I’m a special “person”, I have long brown hair green eyes. Oh… and I’m a werewolf. Yea. See my life is complicated, not only am I the Chief’s ONLY Daughter, I’m the “Silver one” whatever that is, see only a week پہلے I was the most Normal person ever nothing special about me. I went to school, had my friends, my family was normal یا so I thought. Yesterday I started feeling bad so I go ہوم and my dad starts freaking out and اگلے thing I know there’s a 340 pound brown بھیڑیا in my living room.
Just then I start getting smaller یا shorter, growing fur, and my teeth become sharp and long. So here I am a wolf, standing 5 feet away from my بھیڑیا dad. So آپ see how I could think I’m going crazy. So of course I had to see if I had a tail, so I started spinning in a دائرے, حلقہ looking like a idiot. “Claire, Claire کلیم down” my dad told me walking over to me “CLAM DOWN, I’m a DOG how, why sould I کلیم down?!” “first so I can explain, سیکنڈ your not a dog, you’re a wolf” “Well then that makes it better” I replied, he ignored my tone and continued “first آپ need to change back” Well of course “How do I do that” “think human” I just looked at him “Think about being human” So I thought and started to grow my فر, سمور shrieked and I could stand up
“See that wasn’t so hard” I looked down, I was wearing the same thing I had when I changed “I guess not” I looked my dad was dad, I rubbed my eyes “I think it’s time I explain” “you think” he went to get his keys “Claire I think we should go somewhere else” “why” “it will help me tell you” “ok” “go get in the truck” as I started to walk outside dad pulled out his phone and called someone, سے طرف کی the time a was in the truck I heard a بھیڑیا howl, it was common to hear it, just it felt different like I knew it was calling it’s pack, I have always liked wolves wanted to study them but because of what just happened I might rethink that carrier choice.
Dad got in the truck and started west “where are we going to?” no mistaking the fear in my voice “to met some old friends” Yah that’ll help, he seemed nervous and excited at once, “oh..” after about 20 منٹ of driving we pulled up to a long drive way when a say long that’s just what a mean to. “Claire?” “Yea Dad” “Are آپ worried?” YES “Not really” I was not about to admit that I was sure he could see I was terrified, but I had to try.
آپ see, all my life I lived with my Dad it was just us my mom died from a mountain lion attack didn’t have any brothers یا sisters it was great, many times Dad went fishing trip 5 یا 6 times a week never for too long though I never asked مزید than how was it? And did آپ have a good day? Now think he was doing something more.
We got to the end of the drive way and saw a few people looking at me. They all looked, well strange. Three, My lucky number it gave me the smallest bit of hope. Three guys standing outside my truck a well muscled man about twenty-one, a lighter older man who had an important look to him and black short hair with gray in it about forty years old he seemed, then there was a boy about my age maybe sixteen short cropped black and skin lighter than the others but darker then me brown eyes that looked like دودھ chocolate and very lean cut the weird thing was he was looking at me. He looked at me like I was a ghost of a princess, he stood with a since of respect and dignity like he didn’t want to دکھائیں any respect to me.
Dad was already out of the truck talking to the older looking man “Richard, it’s time, she changed” I heard my dad say “I thought so” the man named Richard was saying “Claire” I jumped out of the car at my dad’s bellowing but کلیم voice “Claire this is Richard Greene, that over there” he pointed at the 21 سال old “Is Seth Greene, and that” Pointing to the youngest “Is Jacob Drainere” I wanted to be very polite to the only one who looked like he didn’t want me here, it wasn’t a ‘go to hell’ look but a ‘She doesn’t deserve to have that’ look
“Hello” I کہا in my sweetest voice “Hello, Claire” Oh my god, His voice was deep, soft, and had a باس, گھنگھور sound to it almost magical, I played his words in my head over and over again, I shivered then I remembered that I could blush a spoke again to hide my red cheeks. “H..hello Jacob”
Ruanet, Claira's father
