It was about sunset when I finally pulled into the drive and got into my room. As soon as the coast was clear I grabbed my head phones out of my sister’s room, grabbed my IPod and locked my bedroom door. I got started on my school work.
“I finished my homework!” I shouted down the stairs, that way my mom wouldn’t bug me about it. I sat on my bed and let my body relax. I haven’t transformed in days. You’re probably wondering what I mean by that aren’t you?
I’m a werewolf. It runs in my family. My parents, grandparents, great- grandparents, and many more decades are all werewolves. Even my adoptive mom is a werewolf. The leader of the American pack is my uncle, Leone.
Leone is pure evil. Every 100 years he picks a new bride. The last bride he had was my mom. She was married to my dad and they had already had me. Well he selected her at the gathering. My dad jumped in front of my mother and told him he wouldn’t get near her, so Leone and my father battled for my mother.