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I had been over at Sarah's dorm, leaving Aiden to finish his homework. Sarah's roommate Becca was out. So Sarah and I sat on her windowsill and stared out at the moon. We were talking about home, and more importantly reminiscing on when we first turned.
You see, my uncle figured out how we first turn. Yes, this means when we are born we aren't immediately able to turn into a wolf. It takes a few years. Powers are a whole different thing. Sarah had hers since she was born. I got mine when I was 5. Back to the werewolf turning part.
My uncle figured out that the first time we turn is due to the amount of adrenaline that is running through our veins.
For example the first time I turned was when I was ten. We were living in a heavily dense neighborhood near Vancouver. It was Halloween and I was trick-or-treating with my best friend Timmy. My mom & Timmy's mom was watching Sarah and Timmy's little brother Jack as we ran ahead. After a while we got really far ahead. That's when we ran into some the mean 5th grade kids. I should also add Timmy and I were pretty small for some 10 year old kids.
Well the leader of the older kids asked for our candy. Timmy and I chocked out a No. Then the leader pushed Timmy to the ground and grabbed his candy bag. Timmy had fallen pretty har and now his leg had a big cut on it. He was sitting on the ground crying. The 5th grader asked for my candy. I just glared up at him and dropped my candy bag to the ground and punched him right in the nose. I have to say for a 10 year old I hit his nose square on. He stumbled backwards as his nose began to bleed.
Then one of the other kids, before I could react, pushed me to the ground. I landed pretty hard, and anger coursed through my veins. Before that point my parents taught me to NEVER get angry. I had never been this angry till now. That's when I changed. Right there and then. I scared those 5th graders. I mean seeing a little boy, right before your eyes turn into a wolf. A Huge Wolf I might Add. You would probably shit your pants like half of them did. Well right when I turned I turned right back. Timmy was still screaming. My mom came up to me and she had already figured out what had happened. She picked me and Sarah up then she ran. Timmy looked so confused as my mom began to ran. Though through the moonlight I could see him give me a little wave. I just waved right back. That night we left town.
Another example was when Sarah turned, which was when she was 13. We were in Middle School and mean girls called her ugly and fat. Sarah cried and cried all day. Then when she went to bed, she had a dream where she got revenge on those girls. She turned in her sleep and practically ripped her bed apart. My mom came to the rescue again. Then my uncle began serious training, he believed that we should be ready for anything at anytime. Vampire, Werewolf, Witch, Elemental. Anything.
After Sarah and I went through those memories she turned to me and looked me right in the eyes and said "I'm glad Uncle is gone. I don't want to kill anyone." I nodded my head at Sarah. She has always hated training. "I know Sarah, I know." I replied as we both looked up at the moon.
I will only ever kill for the ones I love.
LOGAN
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So here is a new entry for Logan. Gives more of an in-depth look at the Werewolf. Well I have to go. Bye for Now.~~~~ Emmie
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