She said my name, but how could she have possibly known it was me? I was a wolf. Not human. I didn't have my curly black hair, or tan skin.

"Jennifer Felix Anderson. Is that you?" she whispers, but loud enough for my wolf ears to hear.

I just stare at her in awe. Honestly, I don't know how she could've possibly known it was me. But, to reassure her that it was me, I slowly walked over to her. She quivered back slightly in fear as I towered over her.

She held out her hand, palm up, "Jennie?" I glanced at her palm, then laid my muzzle in it. I could smell soap and perfume on her skin, and her breath smelt of mint.

I didn't notice until now the boy behind her. He was frightened by the sight of me. Well, I was about as big as a clydesdale horse, and I could probably rip his head right off with my as-big-as-your-head teeth, so I understood.

I blinked at him then lifted my muzzle out of Carlie's shaking hand and turned to leave.

"Wait, Jennie," she began, "please don't go. There are so many questions I need to ask you, well, if you're even human in there anymore. I just... how did this happen? What in the world happened to you?"

I swallowed hard. I would have to answer that later for when I was human, and under control of shifting. Turning away from her, I trot quickly back towards my new home, the home I'd be living in until I was stabilized enough to go back to my mother's home.

The End

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