Notice Me

Hi loves!! Sooo I decided to enter Notice Me into the Watty Awards under the category Romance. Figured the story started out as a romance anyway then blew up into a full werewolf one. You've all been sooo supportive, it's been incredible and I can't thank you enough for that. Also tagged it for the best overall cast...let's cross our fingers and hopefully you guys will vote when the time comes! I may not be able to answer all of your comments, but I do read all of them and I love every single one of youl!!!! Question, since this in the Watty's should I do the Sequel here by jumping forward in time and continue on or do a separate book? I'm leaning towards continuing on here. Ok I'm shutting up NOW!

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Lise's POV

Whoa, what the hell was that?!? Experiencing what wolves call the 'first shift' was the most excrutiating thing I've ever had to go through in my entire life!

No words of advice could prepare you for the amount of physical suffering you have to endure when your bones fuse together and your body contorts in ways you never thought possible!

If I had to explain it in better words, it's as if fire is pumping through your veins instead of blood and as though someone just got done pouring acid all over you.

Holy crap that was worse then getting burned by a curling iron while getting a thousand paper cuts at the same time! We all know how much those stinking paper cuts hurt!

One minute I'm standing there pleading for someone to stop these two nimwits from killing one another and the next thing I remembered was hearing Tristan yelp in pain.

Something inside me snapped, just the thought of him being hurt caused the flame to ignite. I wanted to beat the crap out of both of these neanderthals for thinking violence always solves everything!

I'm a person for goodness sakes not some sort of possession that they could fight over. I understand Tristan was only trying to defend my honor, but come on...don't they get tired of battling everything out?

Can't we all just get along? Sit down like a bunch of reasonable people over a nice hot cup of tea and verbalize our disagreements?

Nah...didn't think so! I'm one to speak with the way I tackled Jewel at the pack meeting...haha. Feeling an awful lot like Bambi, I tried to stand up on all fours.

I can't even manage to balance on two feet now I have to trot around on fours? Oh god! What if I stay this way forever? What if I don't know how to shift back?!?

There's no way I'm living in wolf form for the rest of my life! I enjoy all the perks of being a human like having thumbs, being able to use toilet paper when I go to the bathroom, taking a shower and smelling fresh, and most of all I love my food!

Staying in wolf form means I have to poo and pee outside...ewww gross! I won't smell too fresh either unless Tristan shifts back to human and washes me with soap and water!

Shaking my head to dispel all the crazy thoughts in my mind and refocus on the main task at hand, I turned my attention to the two wolves staring at me in wonder.

I put one paw in front of the other testing out my balance before breaking out into a full sprint. Getting in between them I began bouncing up and down and barking like a mad woman showing them how angry I was.

In my mind what I was yapping about completely made sense to me, hopefully they'll understand what I'm trying to convey. 'You idiots, what are you two crazy! Hasn't there been enough death around here, yet you both have a death wish by challenging each other?!? I'm not some toy you can fight over!'

Lowering my head I charged into Marco shouldering him, 'And you, just who the hell do you think you are taking a bite outta my mate' I growled lowly.

Of course, he wasn't moving anywhere because he's so much bigger than me, but it's the principle that counts!

Not getting the desired effect of fear that I hoped to receive from him I turned my muzzle and bit him on what I assumed to be his ankle or maybe it was a wrist...who knows, who cares!

I bit down hard enough to produce a small yelp of pain as Marco pulled his paw away, out of reach from my teeth as he retreated a few steps backwards.

I could hear a few chuckles before Rico's voice filled my head. I glanced over at him, but his lips weren't moving.

'They don't understand a word you're saying sis.' Rico's voice said. WTH is this? Why can I hear his thoughts, have I gone crazy?!?