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Chapter two

I don't know how awkward it could be but it wasn't that bad at all. Well I called a few of my friends every few months but mostly this town was new to me.

I never came visit after they died and I never thought I would be coming back, but I got my medical degree and reached everything I wanted. I could go to every hospital I wanted but I didn't want to help anywhere. I wanted to go back to my hometown and help there, heal them from monkshood, from wounds, from infections. The humans as well. I studied everything about werewolves with the help of my grand grandmother's book. She was some sort of a healer and she wrote down all her skills and ideas how you could have healed an infection. She has every solution to every kind of wound or venom. From her I learned everything. From her I learned surviving. Knowing that I could have helped my parents if the same crappy rogue had bitten them now. Knowing that I could save other children who are losing their parents or family members from monkshood.

I would have made them proud. I wanted to make them proud. I was never that good in school but after they died and I moved to my grandparents, I started learning. I read a lot that year, I was very introverted. I just had one friend, Mary. She was like me. She loved partys, but she wasn't partying like all the other high school students at that time because her little brother died at a car crash. Call me lame but I never got the sense of partying and having fun after they died. Be both moved to Stanford, she was even studying with me which was a lot of fun, when you can talk to her closely, knowing that she will not use you, laugh at you or that she will go away. We both got more relaxed and more open minded as we got there but the thought of them, her little brother Max and my parents, never left us. We convinced us that they would wanted us to live, to have fun and not to drown in memory and sadness.

However I left Mary in Stanfort and my grandparents in Oregon behind me because I was finally ready to come home. I want to smell mum's old perfume; I want to see the pictures of dad and Rob playing football. I am ready to look at them and leave the memory behind me. Mary promised me to come as soon as she could.

I was driving with my own car, who would have thought that I will be driving my own car before 35 after I quote my brother "Married a rich man." But I did it. I am driving with my own Ford Fiesta. My black Ford Fiesta. I was driving now for hours. It felt like days. I called Matt, telling him he should expect me around seven which was not that far away anymore. He sended me the address of the new pack house he promised me to built years ago. I hope it will be an awesome pack house and that Rob can give me a room, if not I can rent something which will be more expensive than I actually wanted it to be, because I am saving my money to establish me as doctor. The wolves in this town won't think anything is possibly wrong when I come back to them but with the humans it's different; you have to treat them more carefully and they are more suspicious.

I was now driving off the highway, and taking the road that goes from Portland, Oregon, to our lovely lost and forgotten town called Fox Hill. In this town there is one primary-, one secondary- and one high school. The high school is called Fox Hill High, how creative. It's a school for werewolves and humans, but the humans are sorted in different classes then we are. I was there too before I left. It's a nice school, but it's completely in the hand of the pack that is now in my brother's hand.

So there's also the Fox Hill Community hospital, which is very nice looking and for humans very helpful if they are injured.

So now I was there where I should be. This is the house that belonged to the address Rob gave me. I was already dark outside but it was warm today so it was nice being outside.

Rob decided to build the pack house in the different part of the town, on the hill, away from the old one. But I have to say that this pack house looks amazing. It was a huge house, built in the woods. I smiled; this is the perfect place for a pack house. It's in a town, close to everything but also on a hill, away from all the small houses and suspicious little human ears.