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#Chapter 22 The Dance of Broken Hearts
In the days after my first change, I felt like a new person. My skin felt foreign, but somehow more comfortable. I loved being in wolf form, but changing was still hard for me. Even though the run through the woods felt amazing I decided I would only practice in my room for awhile, afraid of what the triplets might say. My weight and curves apparently transitioned into wolf form as well. The brother’s seemed overly preoccupied though, and aside from showing up randomly to sit wherever I was, they were staying out of my way. They were planning the homecoming dance, and it seemed to be a big deal. I was enjoying the reprieve from their abuses and tried to ignore them as much as I could. I was spending a good bit of my time reading, singing in the woods, far away from the brothers, and
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