Chapter Twenty-Three

The look on Ike's face tells me everything I need to know. Disgust. Horror.

"What... happened?" He asks, backing away from me to sit on the couch that we had had sex on mere minutes ago.

I sigh, moving to sit across from him. I fold into myself as tightly as possible. I have never told the story of my family's death to anyone.

"I was six the first time I changed. A lot younger than werewolves typically change. It happened while I was playing one day. I remember backing myself into a corner of the yard, wondering what the hell was happening. My parents always told me I wouldn't change until I was at least ten, as late as thirteen. I remember the sound of my claws scratching against the hardwood floor when they tried bringing me inside. I remember them staring at me in horror. That's when everything started going wrong." I looked at Ike, who was staring at the floor and not me anymore. Give him a chance to hear your side of the story.

"At first I was excited. I was a badass panther! Wha