chapter 8(1)

Abbie I stare at the forest surrounding the castle, wishing I could shift and feel the air in my fur and the dirt beneath my paws. However, I was actually never able to shift. Mrs. Daley forbade it. The only time I did was in our room back at the orphanage, and Ivy would keep a lookout. Not that Mrs. Daley came up to our room much, so I used to laze by the window where I could see the moon and feel its rays on my fur. I guess that is where the legend of the moon and werewolves, etc., came from for humans. I've always felt drawn to the moon and night in general. I used to imagine what it would be like to ‌roam freely and explore the woods, but instead, my paws only knew the floorboards of our tiny room, except for that one time. Yet so close to the forest, the urge to run free is overwhelming. I take a step toward the forest, feeling my body tense with the urge to change and realign so I can take my werewolf form. There is nothing more freeing than the shift, yet it is also painful beca