A Howl in the Night
And...a short excerpt for you all (just cause I'm nice):
Then a new thought crashed into my brain. “Wait a sec. If my father is a werewolf...?"
“Not a werewolf, just a wolf,” my mom said, interrupting me.
“Okay, fine,” I said. If her story was true though, I had to wonder, what did that make me? It was my turn to pop up off the bed and pace around. What about me? Was I going to grow hair and fangs and run around trying to bite people? “Oh, God.”
It felt as if my life was over. How was I supposed to finish school if I turned into a wolf every time the moon was full?
Would it hurt to change? It always looked like it did in the movies. I had seen that werewolf movie where the guy runs around London eating people. The change was always accompanied with screaming and pain. Was I going to hunt down my friends and family and eat them?
I didn’t know if that was really how it worked or not, but before I could work myself up into a real freak fest, my mom said, “I have watched you all your life Abby, and I have never seen anything wolf-like about of you. I promise. That worry has always been in the back of my mind, but nothing has ever come of it. You’re fine. Come on, you don’t even like meat.”
There you have it! So...what do you think?