coming out right, and he needed her help to figure out why. So she would work with him going through old logs and paperwork, trying to pinpoint when the error occurred. He seemed to really respect her advice and opinions when it came to working with her, and she began to notice he considered her opinions when it came to the Pack as well. It made Sidney feel like she belonged and she was beginning to feel like she didn’t really want to leave.
At night, he would follow her to bed and, each night, he would get closer and closer, until finally he was spooning her, holding her close to him, but not doing anything other than that. She was beginning to get frustrated because every time he would touch her, her body would start heating up and she would become so aroused, but he would do nothing other than hold her.
Sidney sat on the porch and watched the activity of the village. She had noticed that Josh had stopped following her to bed a few nights before. She wondered if it had to do with all the accounting logs, or if he were just losing interest in her.
She would go to bed alone, and wake up the same way. She never felt him come to bed, either.
She was kind of surprised at how hurt she felt that he had stopped cuddling her at night. She always felt so secure in his arms, and now he barely even touched her.
She also noticed he seemed to avoid her during the day, as well. Running off to do Pack business when she came to work on the books with him, and he had missed dinner for the last few nights.
Sidney had really started liking the village and the people. She had completely forgotten about wanting to leave. She had even begun to fall in love with Josh.
However, if he had changed his mind and didn’t really want her here anymore, she would have no other choice than to leave. She wouldn’t stay and risk the chance of seeing him mate with someone else, and leave her broken hearted. As much as she would miss everything there, she would have to leave, and forget she even knew about the place. Not just for the safety of her heart, but for the safety of the Pack, as well.
One of the little boys from the Pack, Tommy, ran up to the house and onto the porch. Sidney sat up, noticing how panicked the child looked.
“What’s wrong, Tommy?” she asked the pale faced boy.
“It’s Adam,” he exclaimed. “There is something wrong with him. Please, we need your help.”
Sidney didn’t even think about it, she just followed Tommy off the porch and toward the woods. However, as she got closer she began to hear a lot of strange noises, growling, whimpering, and a boy crying. Tommy guided her to a clearing where she saw a small group of children standing around something, screaming and crying. She pushed past the children to see what it was, and saw the most horrific thing she had ever seen. Adam, one of the older boys, was writhing on the ground, his hands had turned to paws, and sharp claws sprang from what used to be his fingertips. His face was crossed between the young boy she knew, and that of a wolf’s. His nose had elongated and he had sharp teeth. Hair had sprouted all over his body, and he seemed to be in a lot of pain.
Sidney pushed down the fear she was feeling, and sat next to the boy. She instinctively pulled the boy into her lap, wrapping her arms around him, and comforting him as a mother would a baby. He fought and tried to scratch her, but she held his arms as she continued to whisper in his ear that everything would be okay.
She cooed and hugged the poor boy as he cried out his agony, kissing his forehead, and crying with him.
She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be in that much pain, and she wished she could do more than just hold him.
However, after long minutes, Adam began to settle in her arms. His body becoming limp and the hair on his body receding. She watched as his nose went back to its original shape, his paws became hands again, and his teeth retracted back to the blunt shape of a
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