Special

A special night

They tell us we are special. Well if there are loads of us, then it doesn't seem like it. But tonight is the night. Once in every hundred years the calling happens. All the werewolves come together. At least there is a party. All the young werewolves would be going. But I'm not sure, I feel more anxious about it. The emotion and thought of going. But then I would of missed out. I breath for a moment. I will go.

I should of stayed home. It was loud as I expected. There was a young werewolf running around naked. A lot of people were drunk. I didn't have anyone to talk to. It would been nicer if there was no booze. Plus someone knocked me over.

I snuggle up in bed and watch a movie. It will help me wind down.