Memories of things like being a lawyer, the magical lingerie store, the age regressing bra, even having a boyfriend disappeared as she sat at the water's edge. Replaced were memories of things like her first year of Junior High School, the boys that she would crush on and secretly watch in the hallways, and of course her friends.
Her friendship bracelet shifted on her furry ankle, she had made it for her two best friends, two girls that had always waved and smiled at her in the hallway. Growing up as "Skinny Shannon" she had always been an outcast and always scared to venture out of her shell. Yet when the girls would smile and nod at her every day as she went to class, her heart soared, she thought of them as best friends. Granted the other two girls never invited her to do anything, or talk, or even to the slumber party she had overheard them talking about. But they had accepted her matching friendship bracelets, so that meant something!
Deep inside of her she felt an urge to be with other wolves, it was a deep and primal urge, she wanted to be with her friends, to share the gift of fur with them. For them to be a... pack.
Shannon closed her eyes and placed her hands, no paws, in the soil, she drew in a long deep breath, and took off, allowing the smells and the moon to guide her through the labyrinth of middle class houses until she had landed gracefully in the neatly trimmed yard of a house with a familiar scent.
Inside were three pre teen girls, chatting away in their pajamas as they prepared to get into their sleeping bags in the living room. Shannon stepped forward, her golden eyes reflecting like a predator in the moonlight as she inched to the glass door. Something told her she had to be careful and quiet, soon all three of them would be closer than friends, they would be packmates.