Chapter 1: A Grimm Situation

"O rose, who dares to name thee?

No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,

But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,

Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee."

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The first sense to return to me was feeling and what I felt was dry, brittle grass as if it was dying or autumn had arrived. Huh, it was May since I left Patch. Had it really been that long? I also sniffed the air and for some reason, the smells were sharper than normal. The scents of leaves, earth, and animals were more pronounced. Hearing was also sharper. The chirping of birds and the jumping hooves of deer came clearer to me despite sounding farther away than normal.

Had I gone blind and my mind had simply enhanced the remaining ones to pick up the slack? I hope not. There were two hyperactive kids back home me and Tai had to contend with, not to mention Grimm always went after my daughter whenever she strayed too far.

I felt slight fear swell in my chest. The thought of having to get use to seeing nothing more than blackness for the rest of my life wasn't welcoming.

Or maybe I was overthinking this and I had yet to open my eyelids.

And I slowly, and painfully, forced open my eyes. It felt like someone had placed fifty pound weights on them, but eventually I internally cheered when they were fully open to show me I was in a forest clearing. Around me fall reds and yellows leaves dangled from the trees or were on the dying grass in the midday sun.

I don't remember being all the way out here.

There was also the concerning fact I could see a Beowolf snout jutting out of my vision. Could have been some trollish teens looking to get a quick laugh. A village was nearby so I could find them and punish them for nosing into my business. Tai always hated my puns.

It was so fun teasing him.

Well, time to get this mask off.

I brought up my arms and again, for some reason, they felt heavier as though I had been lifting. When they entered my vision, I immediately halted them, just inches from the snout.

Those weren't my hands.

Bone-white claws were wrapped around muzzles, connecting to black as night furry arms. I hastily drew them back and held them out, slightly trembling. It looked as though the teens threw me in a costume. Eh, silly kids!

Hahaha…

Let's get this off!

I pushed myself up and I rose three feet more than my height. OK, not sure how to rationalize that, buuut I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Totally unexpected growth spurt.

Yes, I was nearly thirty years old, but it could still happen! Aura was weird like that.

I placed my left hand over my right arm and pulled. It didn't slid off like a costume, but I felt muscle stretch, holding the arm in place. My mind froze, processing what happened. No, I did not turn into a Grimm, that was simply a story! A tale used to give children hope that even though a beloved had died, they were reincarnated as a compassionate one!

My hands went and grabbed the sides of my head. Hard-bone met them instead of plastic used to make the costumes. I tried forcing it off, using all of my strength to tear it off. In a panic, I also tried calling upon my Aura to enhance the power.

But there was no comforting warmth that accompanied the Aura or did I feel stronger when I did call upon it.

No, I still had Aura!

Yet everything indicate otherwise.

I panicked looked around, ablaze with the desire to find a familiar landmark. The medium-sized village I was sent to protect and the plains it was located in was nowhere in sight. The trees were radically different than the ones near the settlement. A lake that was previously not there had appeared.

I jumped onto all fours and ran.

I didn't give a damn how that worked, just chalk it up to muscle memory!

Arriving at the edge of the lake, the water was a clear blue, reflecting the forest upside down. As I stared at myself in the lake, I was met with a white-bone mask, black as night fur, and a wolf-like face reminiscence of a Beowolf. Shakily, I raised a claw and slowly sunk it into my neck. I flinched at the pain.

No, no! I can't be one!

Summer Rose couldn't be a Grimm!

A/N: The first step of sorrow is denial. Deny it all you want Summer, you're a Grimm! Wonder how this will play out.

Anyways everyone, hi there! I had this idea of turning Summer into a Grimm because why not?! This is Fanfiction, if someone could self-insert themselves into a tree than turning Super-mom into a Beowolf is perfectly acceptable!

Also, I have three other projects, real-life issues, and school so it may actually be awhile before I get to update this again. For those currently reading my other stories, I have the new chapter for XCOM: Remnant done, just waiting for my beta to read and edit it.

I'll be working on my next story and please do make sure you check out my profile to see the progress of all active stories! That's how I don't have to update this everytime when something pops up. Anyways, Archwar signing out and hope you have a lovely day!

Also, happy Halloween! Get a sugar-rush and drop dead! Less competition.

*Awkward coughing*