Chapter 13: The race

Being naked in public is part of werewolf culture and not something we are ashamed of, and that is not to say that there aren't any wolves who has some reserves about it.

I saw Dustin cast a glance or two at me as I got naked but I pretended not to see it. My only indication being the small smug smirk that pulled at my lips at the thought of him loving what he saw.

When we were down to bare skin we started to transform. It has always been a painful process, but I have been doing it for six years so the pain has become part of me. Every wolf transforms at the age of thirteen, but I did mine earlier just like I have done everything else in my life. I said my first words when I was eight months, crawled when I was four, and walked by the time I was nine months. My mother used to tease that I was in a hurry to grow up. Maybe if I had known that this was what the future held I would have taken it easy.

The sound of our transformation echoed around us, and like a blink of an eye our respe