Chapter OneA Chapter by LoveYourselfIt's one thing to be an extremely emotional teenage girl, but it's a totally another thing when you are that and something that people for centuries believed were real. Now they're just fairy tale monsters, only the species is very much alive. I'm one of those that changes into a hairy sharp fanged beast at any time I please, but having a forced shift every full moon. Full moons are easy, really. It's the Blood Moons you have to worry about. Ugly phase. No control. Bloody consequences. No happy ending. It has been only 4 years since I started shifting. Like a period, except this has some perks but hurts much, much worse. I still have my 5-day long monthly bloody war like any normal girl, it just never compares to the phases at the end of the month. Yes, I am somewhat normal. I like outdoor activities and sports. I can also be a total recluse though. Often I enjoy reading, drawing, or playing video games on my xbox. I'm just a typical, average, normal everyday teen. Getting in trouble whenever I find the chance to. You know, the works. As far as I know, I am the only 'werewolf' in existence. My dad (mom's been gone for years, died of cancer when I was 9 years old) doesn't know about my "issue". I couldn't trust him with the truth about where I disappeared that first night I shifted, and always kept it a secret. I mean, who can trust parents anyway? Not me. I've caught my father in so many lies I just stopped trusting in him and keep everything to myself now. Though I have a very long leash (no relation to being a werewolf... which is part dog... dogs need leashes... oy.) with my dad, I still have to explain my absences to him and check in because "he wants to make sure I'm okay". Pfft. Yeah, whatever. Through all of this, I am completely alone and don't know where to go. I am trying to keep this as normal as possible and just live life like I did before this ever started. Just with a few changes here and there. Of course. 17 years young. Soon to be Senior in high school. Independent. Good lookin', I guess. Smarticles. Still total daddy's girl. Unfortunately. Boyfriend-less. Werewolf. Living in one of the busiest, and most populated cities in the U.S. (Los Angeles.) Doesn't exactly mix very well together if you ask me. And trust me, I know. I'm f****n' living it right now. Welcome to my world.
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