Abigail Hawthorne. The only person to say things to Emily that she could believe, but no matter how hard Abby tried, Emily never thought otherwise that she was a freak. She played it off, but she always had that belief. Because how many people wanted to run tests on her, how many had?

Still, she gave Abby a rare smile. "If you say so, Abby." She said, running the brush through her hair again. Once she finished, Emily looked to Abby. "Time to get some rest, we've got a long day ahead of us." She said, folding back the covers for Abby and soon she warped back into her wolf form. She was clean in this form now, her fur soft and shiny as she laid at the foot of the bed as she often did while sleeping.

It didn't stop the nightmares though, and finally Emily woke with a stir. It couldn't have been long until sunrise, so she carefully warped back and.tip toed about the shak, trying not to wake anyone as she stepped outside. The air was brisk and she could see the sun starting to come up as she sat on the small step on the porch and watched. There would be more people today, more than she wanted to encounter all at once, but she would endure it for Abby.

She hummed slightly to the song of a bird nearby, one who undoubtedly had been trapped under the protective measures placed on shack. She felt it land near her and she watched as she placed her hand before it and it.hopped in her hand. "You want to fly free, friend?" She asked and it chipped softly. She stood, walking to the edge.of the enchantment and opening it with her wand. "Go, be free, friend." She aid and she watched as the bird took off and she closed the enchantment again.

She sighed, but soon a pain came. Her ribs were hurting, no doubt from being thrown by the werewolf the night before. She rubbed her side and went back to the porch and sat to watch the sunrise. It was beautiful, and she found herself.heading inside, muffling the room around her as she began cooking.

(I will bring Fred and George into my next post.)