My mother, the wolf.

The day I found out my mother was a wolf was the worst day of my life. I never thought twice about her strange habits, eating more meat than Callum (My Step-Dad), leaving late at night and returning early in the morning, and each weak a new scar would appear on her body and she couldn't explain why. The day I found out my mother was a wolf was the day I camped out in the dining room for her to return home after her midnight outtings. I set my sleeping bag and gameboy up right by the front door so whoever opened it would walk straight into me just like I planned. I waited and I waited until a mysterious sound rang in my ears, a scratch at the door followed by a howl. I dove into my sleeping bag as the doorknob twisted slowly..... I screamed as a black ragged wolf with yellow eyes stared into my soul. I tried to run away but tripped over my sleeping bag in the process. I screamed as my mother wrapped her arms around and I peered over her shoulder and the wolf was gone.