"Evelyn Amaris"
After being hurled through the air, my body slammed into the ground, initiating a series of scrapes as I tumbled over the stones... Overwhelmed by the pain of the impact, I attempted to rise, yet remained prostrate, my efforts thwarted. Lifting my head, I glanced toward my family and discerned, through blurred vision, that my sister and mother were in tears.
They made to approach me, but were halted by my father... Redirecting my focus to our surroundings, I realized we were encircled by villagers, among whom I spotted Felipe, his gaze pitiful as he looked upon me.
"Who allowed her in here!!" My father bellowed, navigating the crowd.
Met with silence, I watched Felipe retreat... As tears carved paths down my cheeks, I mustered the strength to stand and face my father, stopping short mere steps from me.
"Daughter, transform... Your father needs to see you're still an Amaris," my mother implored through her tears, her gaze beseeching as she locked eyes with me.
Simultaneously, my father took a step toward me, prompting me to withdraw and commence my transformation... Never before had the transformation wrought such pain, save for my first time...
"Ah!!!" I cried out in agony as I collapsed.
Once begun, a transformation cannot be reversed... Groaning, I curled up on the dirt and pebbles, sensation of my bones fracturing and shifting underneath my skin... My skull popped and crackled, a sound most audible to me, the pain unbearable—perhaps my weakness was to blame for the severity of the transformation.
"Ah!!!" In the aftermath of my final convulsion, I rose on all fours.
My eyes shone just like my family's, but within my mother's and Aisha's there was surprise, and within my father's, a hint of disappointment as he shook his head in denial... Returning my attentions to the others, I saw their astonishment and upon seeing my reflection, shock at how diminutive and gaunt I appeared, my once bright white fur now tinged with gray. My goodness! What had become of me?
I watched my father turn his back, once more disappointed, and walk away. I collapsed to the ground, incredulous at my own decline, and reverted to human form amidst my tears. Felt by the supporting hand of my sister as she aided me to rise...
The internal burn was intense, but nothing compared to the shame now enveloping me—I'd always been one of the most beautiful wolves, with a lustrous white coat and of respectable size... Now I was weak and malnourished, my fur mottled gray or peppered with dark patches, my condition a shadow of my former glory.
As my sister assisted me, draping my arm over her shoulder to lay me on her bed, the pain made me wince.
"Daughter, I'm going to feed Miguel... Will you be alright?" my mother inquired, sitting beside me, her hand gripping mine.
I nodded, acknowledging her with a grateful smile as she cradled my son, then felt her hand caress my face before she left.
"I'll fetch you a hearty soup to help you recover, sister!"
"No, Aisha, I'm not hungry, thank you," I responded, turning to my sister.
"You need to eat," Aisha insisted gently, "I'll be back soon, sister."
She left, and I found myself reflecting on my life's journey – from my childhood in the village, my parents' proud presence at my first transformation, our running wild, scaling mountains, howling at the moon, and then the sheer joy of my sister's pregnancy.
Once Aisha returned, bearing a bowl that stirred me from my reverie, I struggled through the pain to sit up and eat. After satisfying my half-appetite, I thanked her and returned the bowl. Soon after, my mother came back, soothing Miguel into slumber as Aisha and I bore witness, exhausted.
With fatigue setting in, Aisha laid a mattress on the floor and succumbed to sleep swiftly, though I, besieged by insomnia and sorrow, remained awake.
My mother tended to us through most of the night, nursing Miguel. As dawn broke and Aisha awoke with joy, I watched her embrace each of us; a bittersweet contrast to the pain that had resonated through my battered form the entire night.
As morning granted me respite, my father entered abruptly, impassive, stirring silence among us. Clutching a sheet to my waist, I watched him pause by the bed.
"You are a disgrace to our family," he uttered, disdain and disappointment in his eyes. In his hand, a bundle of money appeared, which he then tossed onto my lap. "Leave, and never return to this village Evelyn!"
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