"Zoë, hand over your phone, NOW." I looked up from my screen, and groaned. My parents always made me give my phone to them before bed. I used to not have to, but thanks to my devil-ous little brother, Zach, they made me turn it in because 'Poor little Zach doesn't have a phone to use at night'. He had made a HUGE deal about it loudly so my parents would hear. He. Is. A. Brat. It would be a good time to mention that I have major anger issues....also the urge to strangle people, plus anxiety and slight competitiveness. Zach made things ten times worse, CUBED. Unfortunately, he's the favorite child, so my parents forever and always side with him. It's a werewolf thing (did I mention that we're that?!)
Enough about that. I'm Zoë Nightenclaire and this is the story of how I helped save the village. I'm eleven years old, I'm in fifth grade at Ourfelix Academy. I'm pretty smart for my age (like roof raising intelligence (:) with ok enough looks. I have a few friends from Mathlethics and art lessons, but I have two best friends. Nica Vane and Cedra Valentine. I've known Nica since forever, and we share everything. We've only known Cedra this year. She was a new recruit, and we instantly became friends. I don't know her THAT well, but she seems cool. Here are our 'stats'.
Me: Nica: Cedra:
Super smart Average smart Really smart
Ok looks Pretty! Super pretty!
Not very popular Known Popular!
Kind of nice Nice Sometimes mean...but nice!
Strong Powerful! Strong!
Anyway, that's most of the information that you need right now.
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𑁍Her Rage𑁍 (WIP)
WerewolfAnother addition to the Her Howl series! TW! Minor cursing, mentions of self h@rm, @buse, and gore.
