Dan Howell is a werewolf?

Chapter 1

Lauren... What is it Laurel? I replied half asleep to my inner wolf. Don't you remember what today is? Laurel scoffed incredulous. My eyes flew open as I remembered, today is the day that I will meet Dan Howell! Thank you Laurel. I said politely before getting caught up in my remembrance. I was five and my mother walks into my room. "What are you doing sweetheart?" She asked sounding like she was about to break. "I'm watering the cat." I replied plainly. She watched with wide eyes as water poured from my fingertips into the dish. My cat rubbed up against my leg purring and said thank you. I replied like I would anytime someone spoke to me, with you're welcome. My mother butts in asking why I said you're welcome. I told her it was because he had said thank you. At the notion of the cat talking she left the house half-running claiming that I was insane and shouldn't be trusted. I didn't leave my room after that. When I turned 16 I decided to see what "youtube" was all about. I'd only heard about it by listening through the walls with my advanced werewolf hearing. "Oakley?" I asked my cat. "What was the name of the new 'youtuber' they were talking about?" "danisnotonfire." he replied. "Thanks." I said typing it in the search bar. He popped up and I clicked on his only video. He was sooooo funny and cute! it didn't matter that the video was all over the place. The minute the video ended I made an account and subscribed. I've watched him ever since. Through the ups and downs his videos almost always make me feel better. I did get jealous though when he and Phil start hanging out with catrific a fellow pack member who lives at the end of the block. Her name is based off of my odd affinity with cats we made it up when we were pups. Now, At 21 I'm meeting Dan! It's not at an event really. I've just been telling myself that in England I'll without a doubt meet either Dan or my mate. By the time I snapped out of it I was ready to go. I'd been packed for weeks and with a quick survey of the room I was gone. There was no-one who would miss me, which made it that much easier for me to leave.