Frozen Moon // a werewolf rp // Private - CLOSED

My face fell a little, remembering the way my father used to react to my little jokes. I wonder what he was doing… was he searching for me? Waiting for me to return, though he had no evidence that I was even alive? That thought caused my heart to clench painfully.

“Well, that one is popular in movies,” I continued like there was nothing wrong. “Silver being the only weapon to kill werewolves. Are vampires real, too?”

I scrunched my nose in disgust.

“How could you even think that?” I shook my head, letting out a shudder. “Twilight, no offense to the fans, is an insult to all books ever created.”

“I’m curious by nature,” And I want a distraction. “So I ask questions. I seek answers. That’s how I ended up like this, yet I still haven’t learned my lesson.”

“Do some of you live amongst humans?” I tilted my head, gaze back towards his soft yet sharp features.

His smile caused my heart to swell, but I immediately pushed the feeling down. I was raging because I was a different being now. Nothing more than that.

“Can you do it?” I clasped my hands together in front of me. “Hold your form well?”

My face dropped a little. Was I an inconvenience?

“Oh…” I murmured, tearing my eyes off of him. “What… causes the shift?”

“Thank you, Rhys,” I said softly, looking ahead. “You said there are only a few who can hold their forms. What causes you to turn into a wolf and back human if you can’t control your changing? Is it hunger, or something more?”

"So once it gets cold, I'm going to turn into one," I said softly, looking down at my hands. "And I won't turn back unless it gets warmer."

"A few days," I answered slowly, casting my eyes down again. "Two weeks, maybe? I'm not sure. I spent a few days unconscious, and my conscious days freaking out."

A few days before I turned eighteen. Quite recently. Perfect birthday gift, if I have to say so myself.

I didn’t want to shift. Never again. I clenched my fists, remembering the intense pain when I first got bit. The blinding pain as if I was being torn to pieces and stitched back again. Repeating, constantly. It must have gone on for a little while before I lost consciousness, but it felt like years. I didn’t remember anything else. Just the pain.

“I see,” I murmured. “How much longer till we get where you want to take me?”

So many questions brewed in my mind while we walked to the house. Did they have an Alpha and a Luna? How many werewolves were in this pack? Did they have a hunting season like in the myths? Did they have mates? I didn’t think I liked that idea—falling in love with someone without even knowing who they are. I didn’t like possessiveness, so I hoped along with the other myths, the one about mates was false.

And then the final questions that kept coming back. Would I be able to go home, or was I stuck here? Would I be able to see my fa—I immediately cleared that question away. There was no way he’d accept a monster. I feared he would want me dead. Call me nature’s freak. Tell me I wasn’t his daughter, and she was dead.

“Okay,” I answered when I realized I hadn’t said anything. After that, I didn’t know what else to say.

I snapped out of the depressing thoughts and instead shook my head.

“No, I don’t,” I replied, heaving a tired sigh. “Thank you for helping me again, Rhys.”

I looked at the pretty house and as I entered, I felt like an outsider. It didn’t feel like home. I looked around hesitantly, biting down on my lip.

“It’s spacious,” I noted, trying not to look at the beautiful sculptured face of the werewolf beside me.

(Wait for T?)

(Well, maybe if Rhys left, Zenith panicks and shifts?)