Howling at the moon does not make a pleasant evening every single night, but I have no choice. In the morning I am tired and my throat aches. Being a young werewolf is my lot and I can’t blame anyone in particular. I was about thirteen when I found out it was a family “tradition”. Yeah, that’s what my family named it, and it is only a rare exception if you don’t get the gene. My friends don’t know. In fact I always join them to make fun of the werewolves when they see them in movies or stories. If only they knew! I pack my bag every day before school with a change of clothes and wipes and a wet towel…I never know what my wolf-self will consume in the night and my mom continually mends my ripped clothes. I have yet to come upon one of my friends while in wolf form and that’s lucky for them. I don’t always have control over my animal instincts. Well, see you later, I have boring classes to attend like a normal boy.
The Bag Lady 
I love how you made this a werewolf story. This is so good!
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Thank you. I love wolves any way they exist😉
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