DOVE
I awoke to the bright hot rays of the sun, peeking out from in between my parted window. The bright beautiful scenery, and the melodious singing of birds, a complete opposite of what I felt within.
I really did not want to wake up.
I groaned smothering myself with my pillow at the agonizing pounding of my forehead, a headache most likely induced by stress.
And with the headache, a subtle but heavy feeling settled in my heart, urging me to do something I had no idea of. My body felt all wrong, I moved sluggish and I reacted slower. And it was definitely not because I just woke up from sleep. I could go days without sleeping, and nothing would go wrong with my body’s systems.
And there was no way I’d get sick. Werewolves don’t get sick. Not by a virus or bacteria or anything of s
