The Faults in Us (completed)

4~ Shift

I screamed, but fortunately, it was over quickly. I hadn't shifted in over a month, so it was a little painful. I thought about all those myths humans had about us being able to shift only on a full moon. What nonsense. Werewolves had complete control over their bodies and had awesome relations with our second halves, our wolves. Therefore, we were able to shift whenever we wanted to. 

I had never heard of a werewolf fighting its wolf. True, they were extremely annoying at times, even they won't deny it, but fighting them would be like tearing yourself apart, inside out. I shuddered at the thought and my wolf whined. 

I gave her control and took the backseat for a while. She was annoyed with me for not letting her out more often, but I ignored her. We both knew that her being annoyed didn't change a thing, at least not in this case.  Our apartment was in the middle of New Orleans, a wolf running around there would be... well, disastrous, to say in the least.

 My wolf ran around happily, half-heartedly chasing Ena's scent, who had come with us but had wandered away. I trusted my wolf completely, so I knew she wouldn't do anything irrational. My wolf doesn't really "talk", per se, I don't think any wolf does. Their desires are communicated through feelings. Since they are with you since the age of 12, you have a pretty good understanding of each other. 

She rolled around and made a fool of herself, and if any other wolf was around I would be embarrassed, but we were all alone so I let her be. 

'Come on, Ren, you big puppy,' I heard Ena say somewhat far away. I got up lazily and walked to her. When she was in my line of vision, I noticed something was wrong. The woods around her were too quiet. She was too still. 

My wolf growled. Ena looked at us, then gasped. I gave her a grave look, my muzzle set in a threatening growl. I didn't like this. 

What was going on?

'Your fur, Ren,' Ena said, 'why is it... like that?'

Like what, idiot? I mentally hissed at her, I can't conjure a mirror from midair as you can!

If she was talking about how dirty I was, I would seriously rip her head off. 

'Since when do you have red highlights?' she asked. 

What?

My fur was black, black as midnight. It wasn't a rare colour for a wolf to have, but highlights?And why now?

I growled, not understanding. 

Ena shook her head, dismissing it.

'I called a ghoul to meet us,' she said, 'I hope she can explain what's happening to you. Maybe confirm my theory.'

Wait, WHAT??!!!

Ena called A GHOUL???!!!

I have never seen a ghoul in my entire life. Since humans are their staple diet, wolves tend to stay away from them. But since they're almost extinct, the two races aren't having a hard time with that. 

But how did Ena contact a ghoul? 

How does she know it's friendly?

How does she know it will help us?

There were too many questions. 

This wasn't going to work. 

I had to shift back. 

Ena extended her hands towards me and muttered a spell. There was a dim glow around her hands, but it faded as soon as it came. 

'I just forged a mental connection between us,' she said, 'you can talk to me now.'