Thanks to Ladylana for being an awesome editor, and great friend. Here's the edited version of She Wolf 2. Comments and ratings welcome.
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I woke up in a dark room. Not a good sign. I noticed I was sleeping in a single bed, with white sheets. The room was a dark navy blue, and the only thing in there was a bed, doors to a closet, and a night table beside the bed. It wasn't very creative. I also realized the room had only one window. I guessed I could probably fit though it if I had to.
Slowly, I slid out of bed. That's when I noticed I was only in my black lace bra, and matching thong. My figure was very fit. I was 5 foot eight with feminine curves, 36 B breasts, and long dark brown hair to my waist.
I shuddered when I thought of stranger's hands touching me, and undressing me. Remembering what had happened, I curiously took my hand and felt my side where I had been cut. I felt maybe seven or eight stitches. I was glad I hadn't been awake during that. Needles are my fear. Come towards me with a needle and I swear I'd attack you.
I peered around again and I noticed at the foot of the bed were my leather pants and black tank top. I quickly put them on, and looked around on how to escape. The bed was above the window, so I climbed on the bed and stood on it to look out. Where was I?
I was surrounded by a huge forest. All I could see were trees. Also just my luck. I was on the fourth story, with nothing to use to climb down. I sighed, jumped off the bed and sat down.
The best thing to do right now was to was to wait and see what would happen. I didn't want to go wandering alone for fear of attacks from other wolves. Of course I would be able to handle them. I was a werewolf, and a pretty strong one at that.
I was a stray. I broke off from my pack for personal reasons and now I had no home. I went from one city to another. Now I was in Toronto, Canada.
The last time I saw my pack was in Prince Edward Island, also in Canada. I usually leave every six months. I left for good reasons of course. Usually I shift at night and run when it's dark. It takes me a good two weeks before finding another city.
I heard footsteps coming towards the room. I stood and braced myself for some surprise. The knob turned and the door opened. In walked in that guy, Chase I think. He easily smiled at me when he saw me.
"So princess, you finally awake? How was your deep slumber? I don't think a bear could have woken you up," he teased. I was ready to punch him in the face. My short temper was getting shorter. I think he realized I had tensed up because he stopped teasing me and sat down.
My eyes narrowed. "What do you want?" I asked.
"How are those stitches?" he countered. The thing about werewolves that sucks is that when you're in human form, you heal like a mortal, like a normal person. In order to heal faster you have to shift into your wolf. Not something I like to do in front of people that I don't know. So it wasn't happening now.