SHIFT

Chapter 3

The water was warm against her skin as they glided down her body, carrying with them blood and grime from her messy encounter with the rogues. Rebecca was in the shower, safe in her new home and a meal waiting for her on her bed.

She had came to earlier to find herself lying on her bed, her body healed but still with some bruises here and there. Her mom was by her bedside, a handkerchief in one of her hand and Rebecca's hand in the other.

When she'd heard her scratchy voice, her mom had lifted her head and immediately, new tears streamed her face. She looked pale, a little red in the face from crying so hard that Rebecca felt guilty for being the cause of it.

She had learned that her mom and Quentin had brought her home. Quentin had thought of calling the police when she still hadn't come back by midnight, but seeing as they're not exactly humans and that they're not sure of her circumstances, her mom had changed into her eagle form to search for her.

And one thing led to another and well, the important thing was that she was home now. Safe and in the comfort of her mom's house.

Her mom and Quentin had attempted to get an explanation out of her but promptly sighed in resignation when she sent them a small frown.

She didn't want them to know about the rogues in the forest. They would forbid her from going there again and that might make her go insane. This forest might just be her new place.

She wasn't a social person, so going to parties and shopping sprees was not how she imagined spending her time on, like ever. And though she loved to read books, libraries were not her favorite place. They made her nose itch.

Besides, she thought, the rogues had been taken care of.

A shiver ran through her body when that particular pair of eyes came to the forefront of her mind. As she turned off the shower and stepped in front of the mirror, Rebecca couldn't help but let her mind wander to the mysterious brown-green eyes as she met the black orbs of her reflection.

She was sure that what she'd seen and heard before she was knocked out of her own head was real. She had so many questions running through her head, but she knew that she at least owe her savior some form of gratitude, whoever he might be. If she ever met him of course.

Rebecca inspected her body yet again. Her wounds had already healed and her stomach, well, it was painfully empty. She hadn't eaten since she'd set out to hunt for that bloody breakfast.

Her shoulder felt weird and so, Rebecca stretched her whole body like a cat, purring when she heard the delicious sounds of bones snapping as they righted themselves in their place. Feeling refreshed, she wrapped herself in her fluffy grey towel and exited the bathroom.

The food's waiting.

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School, she thought.

"Have a good day at school!" Quentin shouted jovially through the half-opened window of the passenger seat and Rebecca could only roll her eyes at him. He chuckled at her response. Quentin was pretty laid back that Rebecca didn't feel so awkward being around him.

Honestly, he even seemed more excited than she was about her first day at a new school when it should be the other way around. But well, changing schools wasn't really something to be happy about.

She rather liked familiarity. And this school, this whole town was still a foreign concept for her to take in. Not that there's much difference between her dad's town to this one.