Diary of a Teenage Werewolf

Prologue

Fifteen years ago...

Nora Moonwell sat on the end of her bed, cradling her infant son in her arms and trying to soothe him. Max was a very cranky baby, and that's putting it mildly. He cried every time his father tried to hold him, he cried whenever he couldn't fall asleep, and he cried whenever he felt like it. Raising another baby five years after having Aaron was hard work. Nora didn't know why Joseph wanted another child, but she knew it wasn't because he wanted to have another rugrat running around the house.

Then it hit her. He wanted to see if Max would be human.

Max let out another piercing, demanding shriek as his mother rocked him gently. Nora sighed; she knew it was only a matter of hours before her youngest son eventually fell asleep. She never had any trouble with Aaron, so why was Max being so difficult?

Suddenly, Joseph walked into the room, his perfect brown hair slightly messed up from working all day. His green and gold flecked eyes were a bit dull and didn't sparkle like they usually did. His white work shirt and tan pants were covered in dirt, grass stains, and something that looked like dust. "He's still not asleep?" he asked tiredly, rubbing his eyes as he sat down beside Nora. 

"No," Nora said. "Don't try to hold him; you're going to make it worse. I've been trying to get him to sleep, but he's still crying."

"He's probably hungry," Joseph suggested.

"I just fed him an hour ago. He's probably just being fussy over nothing again."

Joseph sighed and laid a hand gently on Max's dark curls. "I just don't get why he's acting this way," he said. "Maybe he's showing signs of being a... you-know-what."

Nora glared at him. "You don't know that. Maybe he's fully human with a little bit of werewolf traits. Aaron didn't show any signs until his fifth birthday, remember?"

"I do," he said. "You never know --- maybe he's going to show signs when he's older."

Nora sighed. "I hope you're right. We just need to wait until that day comes."