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“Run Rica Run. Now! Remember what I told you. Go!” Growls, snarls and barks come from behind me. I keep running faster and faster but there are steps coming up even faster behind me. A wolf jumps on me, but then another one pushes him off. I stumble up and hear a voice inside my head say, “Go Rica and remember I love you.” I run and hear a yap behind me…

            “Ahhhhhh.” I wake up screaming, not again, not these stupid nightmares again. I think of him, amazing Jacob, my Jake, the love of my life, who died two weeks ago. I’m Erica Lerson and I used to be the mate of Jacob Kries.  He was killed by Larry Benson,  the most dangerous werewolf alive. Yes, you heard me, werewolf.  I’m involved with werewolves. They really are beautiful creature, well, the good ones. You see, Jacob was a rogue who escaped Larry’s raid on his town, and no one gets away from Larry. I’m the only person who’s ever actually escaped his clutches. Jacob escaped as Larry was attacked but I actually escaped his clan. I was kidnapped to get back at Jacob but that backfired and Jacob died to protect me. Now I’m being tracked, but so far nobody’s found me. I haven’t left this house in two weeks, but I can’t think of this any more or I’ll cry. Maybe eventually you’ll find out more of my secrets, but not now, it’s to hard.

            I pop in the movie for today.  Jacob made these movies so I could see his face everyday. He’s telling me I have to be strong and I must eat and come out of my depression, but I can’t, it hurts to much. I need him to hold me, to be here to tell me every thing is going to be okay. I need him.

                                                A few days later…

That’s it.  I’m going to get back at that jerk who killed him. I’m going to kill him. I run and grab my computer. To kill him I’m going to need to be smarter, tougher, stronge.. I connect to the Internet. I look up schools, and local gyms. I sign up for the local high school as a eleventh grader, sign up to train in fighting and get a gym membership. Tomorrow I start school and lessons. I’ll be ready. 

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep. Uggg, stupid alarm clock. I roll over and decide I’m going to get ready and make an impact. I’m going to be skater/punk, that’s going to be my style this year. I get dressed in black skinny jeans, ripped with paint spatters, neon green high cut Converses, a t-shirt that says, “You’re as fake as your hair color” and a leather jacket. I grab my backpack and go outside. I put my sunglasses on and my helmet, then hop on my motorcycle and ride off to school. I pull into the school and everyone is staring. I scowl. I should have known this would pull attention. I get off my bike then take my helmet off, but I keep my sunglasses on. I walk into the school with all eyes on me. When I walk into the office I see an old lady at the reception desk.  I walk up to her. “Yes dear?”

“I’m the new student, Erica…”

“Ah, yes dear. Here’s your schedule, locker number, and map.”

“Thanks.” I walk out and get ready for my first period class, mathematics. My locker is number 224 as I am looking down I hit something hard. Did I run into a wall again? I look up and see a boy. He sticks his hand out and I cringe instinctually.

“Sorry,” he says.

 “No, it’s all my fault, ” I say getting up.

“I’m Dylan.”

“Erica.”

“Are you new?”

“Yes, I moved here about two weeks ago.”

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