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changed; chapter 1

Every thud, Every raindrop that hit her window; every small noise. She sat there with her face in between the palms of her hands, her eyebrows pulled together creating a crease in the middle of her forehead. Her hands were soaked in salty water; tears.  Her chest felt as if it were about to collapse around her lungs, Her skin felt like everywhere she touched was bruised. She felt as if she were drowning with each breath she took, as her own tears found their way towards her nose. This is what depression felt like. Not like you were drowning, or fading away, but like you were already gone; Already at the bottom of the ocean. Just weighed Down to the sea floor with invisible anchors, and each time you tried to pull yourself back up, it felt like the current was pulling you thirty different directions, threatening to tear you to pieces. And the worst part was; No one would ever understand that exact feeling. Everyone experiences This feeling in millions of different ways, each persons story different in some ways than the one told before by a different person. But Luna knew this feeling all too well. First came the anger, then the disappointment as no one would ever understand what was wrong with her... Then this.  
The room was dark, though some dim light peaked in through the blinds. Surprisingly the sun was still slightly shinning through the storm.  She huffed and sat up, Her make-up ran down her cheeks, and along the nape of her neck. She hated this. The feeling of being fine one moment, then a total train-wreck the next. It had been this way since she was little, Her father took off, her mother took off in the opposite Direction. Leaving her in a place where she would never be a normal child, and she never had. She stayed with family, But not the kind that could stop this. In fact, it was gasoline to a fire, and It was about to get worse.

She Looked down at her waist, The blood had finally stopped pouring out of the large open wound. The smell of rusted iron filled her nose, and curled her stomach. Luna couldn't tell how bad the wound was, between the dark gushing liquid coming out of her body, and the shreds, of the  torn up black tank top that laid above the wound, she prepared herself for the worst. She winced as she curled her fingers under the opening of the shirt, as Luna started to pull the shirt up, Causing the blood to pour out again. her body shook from the pain.  When her shirt finally detached from around the wound, she was able to glance down at the damage, the wound was deep. The loss of blood was causing her to loose focus, the room was spinning, and she was starting to see black dots.

"Damn it!" she cringed back against her wall, trying to apply pressure to the wound with shaking hands, fighting to stay awake. cold sweat ran down her forehead,and slid across her high cheek bones to slide off her face after mixing in with her tears. The crimson red liquid stained her fingers, and dripped to the wooden floor.

"It won't hurt long...Just let the pain take you under, if you fight it, you will die" His voice was deep, and rough like whiskey. Her head snapped up and she gasped in fear this time, Her eyes met his Golden brown eyes, But what she thought would have been a man, stood a black wolf instead. She had heard his thoughts through her own. Confused and startled she tried to pull herself up to run away, but ended up crashing to the cold, hard wooden flooring, Then all she saw was blackness.

tick, tick, tick. The sounds of a wall clock in the distance was echoing through her ears. The air smelt bitter, she could smell a mixture of things, Perfume, trash, soda, and even the bowl of popcorn she had sitting on her desk for almost a week. When she opened her eyes, they weren't her natural green color, They were a light yellow, Almost golden brown, except brighter. She sat straight up in one quick jerk, quickly grabbing her side where she was expecting to feel the pain from the wound , but nothing. She slowly raised her hand to see the wound was gone, and large silver scars, just barely raised above the skin sat where the gaping gashes were just hours before. Then she remembered, Him. His smell still lingered in her room, Musky like a man, but sweet at the same time. His smell intrigued her, it was almost like a trail that should follow, Pulling her away from where she had fallen, and to the frame of her closed bedroom window. The Numbness had not left her body, sending a tingling sensation down her legs and forearms. The sound of the city back noise was muted by the sounds of footsteps rapidly moving further and further away, Not a human; an animal. But how could that be? It smelt just like him, Like a Musky, yet  Sweet orchid.  She pulled herself up, standing on her feet, her crow black hair fell down over her shoulders, portions of it brushed against the middle of her back.
All the city sounds rang in her ears all at once, She could hear almost every conversation going on in the streets. Luna's Eyes focused on an elderly woman who was speaking to a teenage boy about a tip for carrying her groceries out to the car for her. The City sounds gave her a small migraine that almost disappeared the moment it hit. All of these new things frightened her as much as they sparked her curiosity. Luna didn't remember much of that night, Only the near death experience, and the stranger who crept his way into her room. So Much was missing, Her eyebrows pulled together, creating a crease in her forehead as she gazed out the window for a moment, the city didn't sleep. but New York Held that reputation with pride. With a loud Growlish sigh Luna tugged off the ripped shirt she was wearing. It was basically just shreds of cloth, she stared at it for a moment as she grasped the bundled up fabric in her hand.
"what happened last night..." she thought to herself, letting the fabric roll from her fingers to fall onto the floor, blood still stained the cloth from her now healed wound. 

All the while she had no idea that the wolf that had been in her room, was leaning against the convenient store across the street; watching her closely, even as she cleaned herself up. His bright yellowish eyes gazed at her as he leaned against the building, his foot casually propped up against the brick wall. Strangers gawked at him as they walked by, they seemed intimated and some even stepped further away from him as if not to come into close proximity of him.  His dark brown hair was short in the back, a bit longer in the front to the point he could sway it upwards in almost a spike. He was gorgeous in a way. he was welt built, Broad, Muscular, and sleeves of tribal tattoos twisted up his arm in organized black symbols. He was someone who could have very easily been in the Military- he had the build for it. The expression on his face was blank, though his eyes danced with wonder and power. When he pushed himself from off the store wall, the bricks slightly creaked from the force of his body pushing off of them, the black boots he wore thumped lightly against the ground, though most men of his stature walked in a loud clunky manner, it was almost like he wasn't even there.  his hands shoved into the pockets of his black trench coat, his grey t shirt was damp from the rain. Luna had made it through the transition, she was Alive. Something He didn't expect. It wasn't every day a female human was turned. And something seemed different about this transformation. 

Caleb could feel it, smell it. Something lured him to stay close to her, to want to protect her. But he had to force himself back into the shadows. The first contact he'd had with her almost killed her, which wasn't part of the plan. 

After she had gotten dressed, Luna stared at herself for a moment. Her Golden brown eyes had started to melt into an emerald green color, mixing until the bright green dominated her iris. She stared in wonder for a second, leaning in a few inches to get a closer look at her eyes. Her eyelashes brushed against the mirror, she was so close to the glass that her breath fogged up a portion of the reflection. Some things were better left to die in the shadows, to disappear.  But Luna couldn't--- Wouldn't let this go so easily, she wanted answers, and somewhere in the core of her changed being, she wanted revenge. Her normal life was gone now, she could feel the shift in the air, she could smell it. This wasn't going to be something that she could just shake and sweep under the rug, this was part of her now, wither she liked it or not; and things were just beginning. 

Every smell curled up her nostrils, every sound pierced her ears. It was going to be 'one of those days'. Luna could already tell. walking down the stairs wasn't an issue, it was almost as if she hadn't been dying on her bedroom floor just a few hours ago.  A faint voice was already nagging at her, telling her something wasn't right.  Luna had to push the voice down into silence, and tucked away the twisted feeling in her stomach as she made her way to the kitchen to see her room-mate cooking breakfast--- well, more like burning...

"Evie... Stick to take out." Luna grumbled under her breath, scooting the chair away from the kitchen table to plop down, putting her palms  on the table to  rest her chin on the back of her hands. Evie glared at Luna from over her small shoulder. Evie was a short, slender young woman, no older than 20 years of age. Her long red hair fell down her torso and swooped up into light curls. Evie's  hazel eyes narrowed and her eyebrow rose before she looked back to her ''cooking''. 

''Good morning to you, crabby.'' Evie had a Scottish accent, she had only been in america for a little over a year, and still she hadn't adapted the american accent. Her words were sharp, and caused Luna to grin slightly. 

''It would be a fantastic morning, if the house didn't smell like burnt  socks... what are you cooking anyway?" Luna's head tilted slightly to the left. Sitting up, the chair creaked as she stretched, leaning her back against the wood. 

Evie turned around and shoved her hands in her pockets. Her eyebrows pulled together, and a dissatisfied look slithered across her pale, freckled face.  "Bacon. I was trying to cook bacon." she huffed, turning back around to yank the pan off the stove, tossing it into the sink after dumping the black, charred ---what used to be bacon, into the trash. 

The scraping of the pan made Luna's head ache, causing her to wince. "hang over?" She head Evie's voice in the mix of the sharp sounds. Groaning, Luna shook her head. 
"Just a long night, where's Johnathan?" She pressed her forehead to the table. The cold sensation from the wood eased her headache for a moment.