"Mom, I'm home," Rachel said as she opened the door to her house, yawning a bit as she strung her backpack over her shoulder. She yawned a bit as she started up towards her room before she saw Charlene waiting for her. "Mom?"
"Hey Rachel, come on, sit with me," Charlene said with a smile as she patted the couch next to her. "How was class and your game?"
"It was... mostly good," Rachel said as she walked over and took a seat next to her mom. "I just had a reminder of what happened to me is all, it didn't help matters."
"I can imagine," Charlene said as she took her daughter's hand and squeezed it gently. "The DM, Cynthia, she told me a bit about Werecats. She suggested that I try and speak with the Prides, that maybe that will help me get used to what happened but... I don't know... I honestly don't know if I'll ever get used to it."
"Samantha told me something similar," Charlene said. "But, I honestly don't know, I think you need to do whatever feels right to you. You're still my daughter, Rachel, and I love you."
"I know," Rachel said as she rested her head on her mother's shoulder. "I don't know, maybe it would help a bit. Until I know what to do though, I have to figure it out."
"Alright, let's just do this together," Charlene said. "How about you go upstairs? Dinner will be ready in a bit."
Rachel nodded and headed upstairs to her room. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment and then closed her eyes, feeling the familiar sensation of fur growing over her body. She opened her eyes again and stared at the black furred werecat looking back at her.
Was this really part of her now? She honestly didn't know anymore.