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Chapter One

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~Ailsa

My name is Jonah Peyton. I guess most of you don't really care about that, but it will become important later. Anyway, I live like most other teenage boys. Except I'm a Werewolf Hunter. Sounds exciting, right? The only problem is; technically, murdering your classmates is illegal. This is where everything starts and ends. Breaker Ridge High School.

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I closed my sickly green locker with my backpack slung over one shoulder and my Calculus book in hand. I just couldn't wait to graduate; this place was painful, literally. I had this fire burning inside me every time I had to pass one of those mutts and refrain from injuring them. It was torture.

I dwelled on this as I passed by one of the most irritating mutts of all. He was surrounded by a load of his soccer buddies. They all laughed and ended up bumping into me. I jumped and let my book fall to the floor along with my backpack. With a roll of my eyes, I bent down to lift up my things when I felt a presence beside me. My skin boiled and ached when I realized it was him.

Deryn Mackenzie.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realize I bumped you so hard," he said, giving me my book. I snatched it from him and glared at him. He put his hands up in defense. "Whoa man, didn't mean to offend you. Somehow." He said and I grabbed my backpack, slinging it back over my shoulder before stalking away from him. I could hear his friends break into laughter at my attitude, but refused to look back at him. He was very good a playing nice, I must admit.

I shook my head and walked into my classroom. He was a Werewolf. Some of the most violent creatures in the world. Not that humans even knew they really existed. And that was how it needed to stay. For their sakes. Humans are so fragile. I was shaken from my thoughts as a hand forced my head forward and I flashed my eyes to my best friend as he sat beside me.

"Hey my man," he said with a hearty laugh. I rolled my eyes and quickly flipped him off before the teacher entered.

"Hi, Toby,"

"Now, now, Jonah, there's no need to be hostile!" he said, pulling me into a one-armed hug around my neck. He ruffled my hair with his other hand and I couldn't help but huff and let him do whatever he was going to, because he was--unfortunately--a lot stronger than me. He finally let me go and my hands raced up to fix my hair.

"Thanks a lot, asshole, you messed up my hair,"

"Oh, my apologies, Miss Congeniality," he snickered. I ignored him just as Mr. Jerisson walked in. He was tall and lean with big black glasses over his blue eyes. He set a large Teacher-Edition text book on his desk and looked up at the class of twenty-odd kids.

"Good afternoon, class," he greeted, like he always did. We all said 'Hello Mr. Jerisson' in unison. He grinned at us. "Are you all ready for some anti-derivatives?" He asked this with so much enthusiasm I almost joined in. Almost. He scoffed at us when we only responded with blank stares. It was a week before winter break and he wanted us to be happy about school? Guess again, man. "Well aren't you all just a bunch of killjoys," he chided before adjusting his glasses, "fine, we'll just get straight to it. Please open your books to chapter five, page 231." He grinned. I sighed and opened my textbook. Toby gave a loud groan before snapping his book open, glaring at the page before him.

"When am I ever going to use this?" He grimaced. I rolled my eyes.

"You're so whiny,"

"I take offense to that."