Iman
"Why have you been avoiding me?" Iman blocks you from leaving your locker and you sigh. "You leave me on read and immediately deny my calls."
"Iman! Not here, okay?" You grab her shoulders and turn away from the curious eyes. "After school, meet me at the bleachers." You glance over at the Jutul siblings who speak in hushed tones and you narrow your eyes at them before realizing you understand part of what they're saying to Magne.
Once the bell has rung for the second time, you hustle to class and walk in to find your usual seat taken, so you're forced to dart your eyes at the only available seat and Fjor Jutul beams at you as if he planned all of this.
You struggle to focus on the lesson as your heartbeat becomes irregular and you feel the need to change.
Fjor glances over at you with a fake concerned expression and watches sweat run down your face.
"You okay?" His hand lands on your wrist and it only sends you reeling. You see his true form and suddenly run out of class, only to collapse in the hallway where Laurits Seier and Gry Isungset are making out.
"Oh shit. Is that the new girl?" Gry looks over at your bent form and wretches. "What's wrong with her?" Gry reaches out to you.
"Don't touch her!" Fjor picks your aching figure up and downstairs to the nearest bathroom with zero means of escape. He sits you on the sink and starts wiping away your makeup. "Tell me what's wrong and I can help."
"How can you help?" Your body clenches as another torrential cramp seizes your muscles, causing you to fall into him. "It's genetic. And can't be stopped." You shiver beneath your clothing as bones break and re-form themselves until you're completely transformed into the one thing you never wanted to be. Now the boy looked like a snack to you, but he locked you in nonetheless. "Let me out!" You barked.
Iman turns the corner of the toilet stall and finds you in a new form. "Y/N?" Her voice comes out weak......terrified....like prey.
"Iman?" Fjor asks through the door. "Whatever you do, don't look her in the eyes."
"Is this some kind of trick, Fjor?" She yells before calming herself and bowing to the wolf that slowly transforms. "Y/N?"
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FanfictionI tried wring a fanfiction and it didn't go well. Plus, I'm better at writing short stories with the characters of tv shows and movies, anyways. I'll include all the characters, though probably not the parents. Fjor Jutul Saxa Jutul Magne Seier Lau...
