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chapter one, act one wolf moon
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IT WAS ALMOST midnight, the night was cold and humid, and the trees were skinny and naked because all of the leaves have fallen. The woods were dark and silent except for the flashes of the officers and how loudly they would yell at each other, thinking that way they would find the killer and whatever body was supposed to be found.
Juniper was sick and annoyed at the constant knock on her door during the officer's fourth time of interrogation.
"Are you sure you haven't seen or heard anything ma'am?", asked the officer sitting on the couch of the living room.
"Is the fourth time you asked her that and the answer is still going to be the same", answered Juniper for her grandmother.
The officer looked at Juniper with an annoying glance, which she answered with a sarcastic smile on her face.
"I'm sorry for not being more helpful, but we haven't heard or seen anything this late in the woods", said Juniper's grams with a relaxed tone.
The officer nodded at her answer and got up from the couch in silence, he looked back at Juniper who was picking her nails extremely focused. As the sound of the door wrapped up, leaving only Juniper and her grandmother in silence while they waited for the steps to fade away.
"Why are you protecting the dogs?", Juniper asked narrowing her eyes suspiciously at her grandmother.
"They're not dogs, they're werewolves", said her grandmother playfully rolling her eyes.
"It's the same thing, they stink, hunt, and act like dogs every full moon", said Juniper annoyed.
"Some of them are worth protecting", she mumbled almost to herself, leaving the teenager alone.
The girl sighed heavily, leaving the room as well and walking straight to her bedroom. Her bedroom was her escape, the place where she could finally express one tiny bit of emotion, whether it was happiness or anger she was still grateful for emoting at least something.
