Alpha Alec's Redemption

Less than ten minutes, I get to where I want to be. It’s my spot. My calming spot. The only place in the pack where I can fully let go. The one place I come to think. It isn’t much honestly. Nothing grand or out of this world beautiful, but there was a pond.

Stepping into the open space, I start removing my clothes. The need to shift was riding me hard. Pushing me to get this over quickly. Within seconds, I had discarded my clothes and now stood naked in front of the pond.

I could smell King and Raven, but they didn’t matter at that moment. This time was between me and Nyx.

“Are you ready?” Nyx asks, her voice a bit distorted.

“I don’t think anyone can ever be truly ready for their first shift” I reply, pacing the small area.

My bones feel like they’ve been filled with lead. Sweat covered every inch of my body and a kind of cramp was beginning to take over.

“I want to tell you beforehand that our wolf form is going to be different from normal wolves” Nyx says, distracting me from the cramps that were intensifying by the second.

“How different?”

She was just about to answer when, all at once, pain hits me in a way that brings me to my knees. A scream leaves my lips as my first bone begins to break.

I thought I was ready, but I was not. When I shifted to what I decided to call ‘my angel form’, the pain was intense but not like this. I felt like I was on fire. It felt like I was burning alive, with tiny needles pricking my skin over and over again. It was painful, so fucking painful, but so was this.

I thought shifting today couldn’t be as bad as yesterday, but I was so fucking wrong. Everything we were taught in school about shifting doesn’t really prepare you for the actual shift. I doubt anything can prepare you for it.

I once broke my hand while swinging on a branch. Piper and I had the bright idea of being like boys who could easily climb trees and swing from branches. I didn’t know the branch I decided on was weak as fuck. A few minutes into it, it broke, and I fell, breaking my hand in the process. The pain had been terrible, but it was nothing compared to how I felt now. This was almost a hundred times worse, and I am not exaggerating.

“Breathe in, then out, Sadie” Nyx comforting voice does nothing to soothe me. “It will be over a few minutes, just hold on”

Easy for her to say

I grit my teeth as another bout of pain hits me. I fall forward and use my hands to prevent me from face planting. I can’t stop the scream that tears from my lips as if coming from the depths of my soul.

I can’t keep myself up any longer, so I collapse on the floor. I continue writhing in pain, praying that it will all be over soon. Why did the moon goddess have to make shifting painful? Why couldn’t it be an effortless transition from one form to another? I think most werewolves would prefer that.

I don’t know how long I was on that ground, writhing in pain and tears running down my face when the pain suddenly stops. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Look down, Sadie” comes Nyx's angelic voice, penetrating the fog of pain and misery.

I do as she says and instead of my hand, I see a paw. A gasp from behind makes me turn, despite being sore all over.

“Goddess!” King was staring at me in shock as if he’d seen a ghost.