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in pain, my vision fuzzy. I
scream as loud as I can, praying for someone to help me, but the
sound of the wind and the forest smothers all my cries.

    “Calm down
Angel…you need to survive this,” a female voice whispers. ^I can almost feel her running her
hands down my hair soothingly.
    I must be going
crazy because even with my
blurred vision I can’t see anyone around, but the woman sounds as
if she’s speaking right into my ear. I don’t know what’s happening
or where she came from.
    “You’re
shifting my love and I’m
going to help you get through this…” the woman gently says.
    “Who are you?”
I cry out, as I feel the bones
in my body breaking. The sound alone is enough to make me scream,
picturing how horrible my body must look as I snap into different
angles.
    “My name is
Faith, I’m your wolf,” she
says, keeping her tone calm and gentle.
    I scream and continue to
cry out. “Please help me, make it stop….please,” I sob.
    My vision pulses and when
it clears I see the trees thrashing from side to side, some of the
thinner ones on the verge of snapping.
    “You were a
strong human. You will be an even stronger wolf. Fate sent me to
you because she believed you were special just like me. My spirit
is very old my love. I’ve been around for many years jumping from
one great master to the next. Fate was saving me, she has been
keeping me for you… I know it! You my dear…you are very rare. You
don’t realise how powerful you truly are…the power that resides
within you is pure…white…like magic. I’ve never seen such a
thing,” Faith says, and I feel
her happiness and awe.
    “Faith, can
we please do this whole introduction thing another time?
Maybe when my bones aren’t snapping? I promise if I live through
this I’ll tell you everything you want to know, but right now I
need you to focus and walk me through this whole fucking thing,” I
say through gritted teeth, the pain making it hard for me to even
breathe.
    “Don’t cuss my
dear, it isn’t very lady like ,” she scolds.
    “Faith!” I yell.
    “All righty
then .” She lets out a deep
sigh. “ Try getting yourself
onto your hands and knees first. ”
    I roll over. My
first two attempts at lifting
myself up fail and I fall face first with a mouthful of sand. Faith
giggles.
    “I would
totally slap you right now if I could, ” I tell her
through my cries, making her giggles louder in my head. I manage to
get onto my hands and knees and try to catch my breath, calming my
breathing.
    “Just like
that ,” she
encourages.
    The pain is still
unbearable and I’m just so exhausted I want to fall down, rest my
head and go to sleep for a little while.
    “No my dear,
you better not do that. You may not wake up if you fall asleep now.
You can do this, stay strong, ”
she says softly, as if reading my mind.
    I look down at
my hands, crying out as
another crack echoes into the woods, only to be swept away by the
wind as I watch the tears fall into the sand below me.
    My vision starts pulsing
again.
    Clear. Unclear. Clear.
    I see glimpses
of my forearms and the little hairs that rise from beneath my skin.
I squeeze my eyes shut as the bones in my hand s and arms crack and bend.
    For the next
twenty minut es I scream and
cry out in pain; my throat raw and dry from my screams. The sound
of material ripping and bones cracking finally come to a halt and
all that can be heard is my deep panting.
    Panting?
    I open my eyes and jump back as
I see pitch black paws.
    I hear
Faith ’s light laughter in my
ears. “ You did it my dear.
You’re beautiful !” I can feel
the affection radiating in her voice.
    My senses are
clearer. I can see every
single little detail, every little grain of sand beneath my paws
and my hearing is magnified too. Suddenly I hear shouting and
yelling in the distance, but I’m too focused on what I look like
and feel like to even think about any of that. Faith’s voice tells
me to go look at my refection in the