Waiting. It can be full of pain.
Especially when the body you are in isn't yours.
I look at my arms. Bare, no fur. It's so wrong, so full of disdain.
The Longing overtakes me.
The Longing to Shift into a better form.
To run away. To be free unlike my dead cousins who were hunted before my time. Just want to be free. I want to be me.
Thoughts are blurring as the moon raises. Crescent, and beautiful. Wanting to howl. Twists and turns. Moans and groans. Gotta be me. Humanity hazes.
Four white paws. Nobody knows but you.
I slip out behind my dog. Colors are dulled, senses brighten. The Longing. It claims me no more. I can run and be free. There is no curfew.
Into the trees and out. Lap at the crystal pond by the strange thing I used to call school.
Deer frolic peacefully, yet tense at my presence. Coyotes howl. I howl with them, announcing my new found strength. I nap by the barn with horses and mules.
Dawning. I have to go back. To my old home, my old pack.
The Longing will return, I know it. Changing back is hard. I can't wake anybody. Human again. These clothes, substitutes for fur that was much warmer. I look in the mirror. I see no human girl. I see the white wolf that is me.
The Longing is back.