I quietly floated around the house knowing everyone would be sleeping. As I did I could hear the claws on the deck and the annoyed pants of Serie out in the snow waiting. I opened the door and let the white moonlight hit me. As I shivered I could feel it coming on. My real form. My clothes ripped off and lightly drifted to the frosted ground and I was now a wolf. I could feel the cold whipping against my pitch black fur. I gave as much of a smile as I could in this form and so I went off with Serie. I creeped down the wooden stairs and looked out on the snow covered trees and sighed. Serie wisely stared at me and scampered down the frozen steps and darted out toward the woods. I quickly followed my baby blue eyes following her every movement. As we rocketed through the forest I couldn't help but think about Hunter, my somewhat boyfriend, and how he had told me about his old life in the orphanage. He was a damaged soul in a world of lost things and memories. I sighed and trampled through the underbrush I watched Serie go cautiously up to the frozen lake and jump right on it. I stared from the little hill over looking the lake. She slipped around the the ice and her claws making marks in the ice. I grunted and realized we were being watched and turned around intently for a sign of life that may be waiting for us to slip up and then it could pounce on it. I spotted yellow eyes poking out from the trees and stiffened up, alerting Serie when I did that someone, something was watching us. She picked her muzzle up from the icey ground and looked around ears standing up on alert. The copper wolf appeared out of the shadows and I realized not only me a Serie went out tonight(we all changed but some decided to stay locked up in there rooms) but so did Dylan our most skilled wolf in fighting and he was always so suttle and calm. Always on his toes but never seeming it. Serie Glanced back down at the ice
she was standing on and began to slip again and ignoring Dylan. Dylan didn't seem pleased with this action and made a sound of disapproval which, of course, Serie Ignored and went back to sliding on the ice in the pale moonlight. Dylan looked at me and motioned toward the ice, sending an image of us sliding around on the frozen lake. I shook my head "no" and trampled off, in search of my house so I could go back and get some more sleep. As I shifted into my human form I tip-toed up the wooden deck the snow burning my feet with every movement. I opened the screen and shifted quietly inside, not to disturb anyone. I shuffled into my warm cozy room were the curtains were drawn and no moonlight could puddle on my floor or bed to make me shift into a wolf. I laid down in my bed and closed my eyes and dreamt about hunter. His green eyes comforting me and drawing me in for one last kiss before the end of school. That's when I finally fell asleep, like, without dreams
