Lone Wolf

Chapter 1

I'm not your average teenager. I'm stronger than most. Faster than most. You might have plenty thoughts as to what I am. If you haven't guess I'm a werewolf.

There are many theories as to to become a werewolf, such as being bitten or cursed. Well, I was born this way. My parents were also werewolves, sometimes you get the werewolf gene sometimes you don't. I was stuck with it.

I have very vage memories of my birth parents. When I was five I remember when my dad told me what I was. Every full moon after I found out, I locked my parents in a padded room in the basement. They told me to let them out each morning. My parents also said not to be afraid of them, and of what I am. I never told my parents, but I was terrified. I would lie in my bed, as a little boy, and hold on tight to my stuffed animal,Mr. Stuffings.

When my sixth birthday was just around the corner. My parents were murdered, the murderers were never found. But to this day, I think it was werewolf hunters.

Later on, I was put in the foster care system. I was put in many bad places, the other children didn't like me, they thought I was a freak. Some even thougtht I was the one who killed my parents. After a while a nice rich couple fostered me, I was 7 and I never felt real love since I was 5. This couple wanted a baby so bad, they took me in.

On my 7th birthday, I became the luckiest boy alive, they adopted me! I gotten the best birthday present I could ever dream for. My mom and dad-was I suppose to call them that?- settled me in. They showed me my room and asked me if I was okay, they kept bombarding me with thousands of questions and tuned them out. I intertupted them during one of the thousands of questions.

"Why did you adopt me?" I ask with my head in my chest, feeling small. My new parents shared an uneasy glance.

"We wanted a kid, and heard about an adorable, athletic, little boy." My new dad said, while ruffling my black curls.

"Do you love me?" I asked quietly

"Of course!" They both told me at the same time. Then they both came over and enveloped me into a warm hug. I hugged them back, thinking Finally a family who loves me.

Now, I sit on my bed remembering that day like it was yesterday. I sat there plucking loose threads on my old comforter, thinking of the first time me and my parents shared our first hug. I can still feel my mom's tears staining the hem of my shirt, along with my dad's muscular arms holding us together.

I lay on my back, and shut my eyes, trying to fall asleep.
Tap. Tap. Tap.

I nearly jump out of my skin. My parents are suppose to be home for another two hours. It must be the wind I tell myself. I start to lay down again.
Tap. Tap. Tap.

I finally relized somebody must be at the door. I get up. Taking my time going to the front door and swing it open. I am full with shock when I see my best friend, Jaycob, well I guess ex-best friend. Jaycob was my best friend since we were 7, I met him my first day of school, when I was first adopted.

Last week Jaycob and I got in a fight over a girl, he called dibs. But, the girl liked me and asked me on a date. We went to the movies and we kissed and Jaycob was there with his parents and saw it all and got furious. He vowed that he would never speak to me again. But here he was, looking pathetic with a pleading look on his face.

"Grayson, look I'm sorry." He whispered into the night.

"Are you talking to me-" I looked behind my shoulder pretending to look for someone he was talking to "I remember you saying 'I'm never speaking to you ever again.'" I reply in a dry voice.

"I did." He said quietly, probably ashamed with himself.

"I guess you can come in" I say, while pushing the door open for him to come in. We go into a my room.

"So, did you just come here to apologize, cause you know you could have just texted or called me." I inform him in a stern voice.

"I also came to tell you that tomorrow is a full moon." He says.

The only person who knows what I am is my best friend. My best friend is now sitting on my bed picking at the frayed pieces on the bottom of his jeans. He has a concerned look on his face. This will be the second transition. I completely forgot about the full moon, I silently thanked Jaycob. If he wasn't here I would have forgotten. I give Jaycob a tight smile and mustered up a "thank up"

"I guess I will go..." he tells me.

"You can stay for dinner." I blurt out without thinking.

"Ummm... I'll text my mom" He said after a few beats.

"Okay" I say more to myself than to him. Jaycob walked off and texted his mom.

"I can order pizza" I holler over to him. Jaycob nods, and I dial the Pizza Hut and placed our order. The pizza arrived 30 minutes later. And standing in the doorway was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.