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[color=lightcoral][center]June 29th || 6:30PM || 56°F[/center]
It'd been only a few months since I'd been back, but it felt like it was only yesterday I was out in the woods. Out in the cold. My skin trembled at just the thought of it. Sitting in the living room with a book in hand, my feet kicked up on the foot stool, I made a point to stay as close to the fireplace as possible. The occasional cackle of the wood burning was a soothing sound to me, nostalgic really. Reminded me of all the years my father, brother and I spent camping in the summer. The wolf within me wanted so badly for me to walk out into the chill of the evening air and let her run free, but I wasn't about to let it happen. No matter how much I could practically hear her whining at me in my inner thoughts, I didn't want to go back out there. Not for another few months. It wasn't where I belonged. I was still very much needed here at the ranch. [i]'Who am I going to leave the ranch to? Dak?! Ha. Yeah, right.'[/i] As much as he was growing older and taking on more responsibility, I could never see Dak running the business, even as small as it was now-a-days.

Speaking of the devil, from the other room I could hear him getting lost beneath the sheets with some girl he'd met at a party from the night before. I sighed heavily, wishing there was a way I could block it out and my eyes met with the back door. Beneath my skin, I could feel [i]her[/i] clawing at my skin. A never ending battle with the two of us, and the questions and answers were always the same. 'Can I come out?' followed by a quick growl and a 'NO!' The last couple years, it seemed to be getting worse. My father spent the first 7 years of his change never having to battle with his wolf, but mine, she was relentless. Like an itch I couldn't scratch, but refused to knowing all too well it'd only make it worse. [i]She[/i] wanted control.

Finally, I snap my book shut and swiftly get up from the couch, walking down the hall to the stairs which I take two at a time. Reaching the top, I rap on my brother's door a few times and yell, [b]"Dak, we have to bring the horses in! Hurry up, would ya? Let's git' goin'!"[/b] I could hardly hear, but I got a muffled 'Yeah' in response and shrugged it off. He probably wouldn't make it out there in time to help me, but I'd get him later for missing out. Making my way to my own room, I shove the door open and close it behind me gently, stepping to my closet to grab out a long sleeve t-shirt, a couple sweatshirts and my thick, black P-coat.

I tug my crew neck over my head and begin adding on the new layers, stepping in front of the mirror to give myself a good look-over. My hair seemed a little nappy hanging down lazily over my shoulders, and I had just the thing to fix that problem. Quickly scooping up all my hair, I tie it all up into a ponytail and half smile. I looked so much like mom, it was unbelievable. Not quite as similar as Dak and dad, but there were plenty of similarities between mom and I that when I was younger, people used to mistake us for sisters. With a partial smile still tugging at the edge of my lips, I step out of my room and shut the door behind me, making my way down the staircase to head for the back door as I slipped on my leather gloves.

[i]'You won't have to be out there long,'[/i] I mused to myself, [i]'Just a few minutes to get the horses back inside, then you can come back in and warm yourself up again.' I had half a mind to go find any one of the pack, but figured they'd prefer staying inside rather than going out and risking a change when it was so close to the breaking point. Just 6 short degrees off from the point we'd be forced to turn, I shrugged off the idea of asking and decided to just go myself. I slide the back door open and step on outside, shutting it behind me to keep the cool air from making its way inside.[/i][/color]