The Witch Burned my Homework

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Piper Lancaster

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Piper Lancaster

            It's been a week since I have discovered that my family and only friend are werewolves. I have stayed at home. Mom thinks it's good for me to adapt. She has answered almost every question that I have had. Does silver hurt? Yes? Controlled by the full moon? No. Ability to transform whenever? Yes. Superhuman strength? Yes.

            She didn't say anything about my father though. I tried to ask her about him, but she said that she is not ready. Mom has been watching me like a hawk. Apparently, when she said that it's our pack, she meant that from our bloodline, we are the alphas. I am supposed to be a leader. I'm the heir. I didn't take to lightly to that.

            It's not nice, but I've been avoiding Mom as much as I can. My family are werewolves. She never trusted me. She didn't tell me. What if I am a werewolf? If I am, does it hurt? Why haven't I changed or morphed or whatever the hell I am supposed to do yet?

            "Earth to Piper!" I hear someone shout. I am sitting on the roof that lays slanted out my window facing the woods. I look down and see Jun with his hands around his mouth. I haven't talked with Jun since I saw him naked and I became angry all of the sudden, and even now I can feel it start to rise. I don't know how to explain it because Jun has been nothing but kind to me. I try to shake it off.

            "Hey, Bailey." I say wanting to shout back, but I just manage a soft tone. He gives me a pitiful smile and walks into the house. I knew that he was making his way up here. He probably could have jumped straight up here, but maybe didn't want to scare me. It's thoughtful.

            I hear my door from my room open and I feel cautious about the state of my room. Jun tries to squeeze through the window, and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself at the sight of it. He finally sits down next to me, and we sit in silence for a while.

            "Look... I just want to say... I know it must be freaky and scary to meet someone and then that same day, turns out they are the definition of a freak." He starts. I try to tell him that I don't think he is a freak, but he stops me.

            "Just let me finish. So I am sorry for the way you found out. When I first met you, I was excited because I thought you knew. But further down I realized that you didn't. Your mom knew that we met and thought it would be better for someone you know to transition and get used to it." His voice fades. He is looking at his hands. I couldn't help but feel bad for him.

            "Bailey, I don't think you are a freak. The hard truth is that this is all real, and I obviously can't do anything about it. I've just been trying to adjust and figure everything thing out. If I am being honest... I am more scared of myself than I am of any of you." I whisper near the end of my sentence. Bailey looks ahead.

            "Of  yourself?" He asks. I nod my head.

            "My family is a family of alphas apparently-" I start to say but Bailey talks over me, "No kidding?" He says sarcastically. I ignore him and continue on.

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