First time…..

Musings from WannabeGinger

For all of us, there are many “first time” for many things in our lives. Here are a few of my own.

Chapter 1

The first time I realized I was in love, I was six years old. Her name was Susan Moore. Really, Susan May Moore. She had a middle name which stuck in my mind. I thought she was wonderful. I sat in class and looked at her endlessly. I wanted to hold her hand.

It was late afternoon when we arrived home, Aunt Margaret was waiting on the steps with most of the household staff to welcome me home, after we entered the house I was taken up to my room and told a meal brought be brought up in a an hour and that I should rest. I went to the closet and was pleasently surprised to see all the Victorian style clothing gone and replaced with more fashionable up to date clothing. I did feel a bit tired and lay on the bed and soon fell asleep.

Arooo….2

Chapter 2

I’m so not used to this; it’s so unreal running on all fours in wolf state and having part of my conscious mind trying to process that. Then there’s the smells too and then there’s the fact that well…I’m a wolf running through the streets of London.

I love the speed that I can go though and I have the advantage of being able to run through and around things that are slowing the Vicar and his three biker goons down. Honestly the traffic in this city is the shits.

And the place smells funny.