Wolves (NaNoWriMo13) (Under major editing)
I had never thought about my life as something sad or terrible. For me it was a normal life. I had friends, who always were with me. We talked, played together. Later on we started talking about boys, went shopping and dreamed about falling in love with someone, who will love you back as strongly as we did. Of course for us it is easier to find somebody like that. Somebody, who would love us uncondicionaly. You know why? Because I am a werewolf and our wolf have only one person, who they can love. That was how I met my only one. At least I thought I had met him. His name was Col Black. He was handsome, mouth-watering and he was really nice to me, but I will tell you my story. How I met my real one.