A Different Beginning (1st book of Different Series)

Chapter 3

A warm hand touched my forehead, and sparks flew between us, and I purred before I moved my head towards the warmth, feeling at peace and happy. "Sam?" a voice whispered, their voice shaking in pain and fear. "Are you awake? Please wake up."

I scrunch my eyes together while I tried to get myself to open them. My head ached from the pain that my body had been through, and everything was just a fuzzy blur, and I had no idea what had happened to me except for the fact that I knew I had shifted.

"Come on, Sam," the voice whispered, sounding excited when they saw my eyes move. They reached out and rubbed my ears, and they brought me some comfort that I needed. However... it felt weird for some reason. Like... I felt strange in my body. I didn't feel as short for one, and... I felt this weird thing coming out on my butt.

"You have shifted, Sam," the person said, and I could finally tell that it was Tommy. Excitement filled his voice, and I frowned because something felt wrong. He shouldn't know. He shouldn't know that I had shifted, but he did. "You are beautiful, Sam."

I furrowed my brows and opened my eyes to see the brown eyes of my best friend staring at me lovingly.

Something in my mind stirred, and I couldn't help but feel both happy and sad at the same time. 'Mate,' a voice whispered, sadly, and I lifted my head from my mate's lap and looked around to see if I could see where this voice came from.

My ears were pricked forward as I heard the voice, wariness filling me. I looked around but couldn't find a source for this... new voice, and the voice chuckled, sadly watching me.

'I am called Cyra,' she said, her voice soft yet firm. She had this aura that made people listen and respect her, and I couldn't help but feel jealous because I wanted that. I wanted people to respect me for who I was. 'I am your Wolf Spirit.'

I stayed silent and looked down to see that I had shifted into my Wolf form. My whole body still ached from the changing, but I was happy that I had shifted.

"Sam?" Tommy asked, and I looked at him, curiously. His brow was furrowed, and concern filled his eyes. His lips were pressed in a thin line, and I could see that he was worried.

I flicked my ears to him and cocked my head. I had no idea how to shift back into my human form, and I had no idea how to communicate with my... mate.

Tommy watched me and gave me a small knowing smile. He pulled his T-Shirt off and placed it over my body because my clothes had been ripped. "Just think of what you look like," he said. "And just think of shifting."

I whined and flicked my ears to the back of my head. 'Is it going to hurt?' I asked the voice inside my head. 'It hurt shifting into this form, and I don't want to be in pain again.'

Cyra stayed silent. 'I don't know,' she replied, honestly. 'It wasn't supposed to hurt you shifting into this form. But... it did.'

"Sam?" Tommy asked, and I looked at him in concern. "I will be right here to help. I promise." He had this look in his eyes, and I knew that he would be and trusted him to help me.

Hesitantly, I nodded my head and closed my eyes. I thought of my normal body and started to shift, biting my tongue to keep myself from screaming out.

Finally, after what seemed like a couple of hours, but was probably thirty minutes, I had shifted back into my human form and panting.

Tommy didn't look at my body while he helped me put his shirt over my head. "You do have a beautiful Wolf," he said.

'Tell him that no one can know that you have shifted,' Cyra said.

I frowned. 'Why not?' I asked, slightly panicking. 'If I tell them that, then they will start beating me again.'

'They won't,' Cyra promised. 'Patience, Young One, I need to figure out what is going on. Something isn't right.'

I cocked my head in confusion and curiosity. I had that same feeling, but I had no idea why either of us knew about it, and I hoped that she would be able to fig. 'What do you mean?' I asked. "No one is supposed to know that I have shifted," I said, and Tommy looked at me as if he knew that I was dressed.

He cocked his head and furrowed his brows. Confusion filled his eyes while he studied me to see if I was lying or not. "What do you mean?" he asked.

I pointed to my head. "My Wolf says that no one is supposed to know that I..." I shrugged. "You know."

"Why?" Tommy asked. "I mean, they have the right to know. They are your pack members."

"Who has beaten me and almost killed me multiple times before," I said. I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose while I grimaced. "I know it is my fault because I didn't let Alpha Ryker do anything to stop the bullying, but..." I shrugged and grimaced.

'Shifting shouldn't have hurt as much as it had,' Cyra said. 'And your grandmother is dead.'

I furrowed my brows in confusion. 'My grandmother has been dead for ten years. What are you talking about?'

Cyra chuckled sadly. 'Not your dad's mother,' she said, 'but your mother's mother. She was supposed to train you, but she is dead. She has been killed not that long ago.'

'Then... what does that mean for me?' I asked. 'And for what?'

'For battle,' she replied. 'She was the White Wolf before you, and you were going to need her help to train.'

'Why not others? Can I use others?'

There was a pause, and I could feel this sense of urgency and worry coming off of her in ways. 'I don't know,' she said. 'I just don't know.'