I Wish I Wasn't A Werewolf.

I felt my body start to tremble, my skin getting extremely hot. I felt like I should be steaming by now and I didn't know what was happening to me. Suddenly it's just like my body exploded and I found my self standing there growling, I was no longer a human, I was a werewolf.

My names Chyenne-Rose but people just call me Chyenne. I'm a shapeshifter, part human, part werewolf. 

When you look at me you'd think I'm just an ordinary girl, theres nothing about me that would make you think I'm a were wolf apart from the temperature of my body and the amount of food I eat. I'm a lone wolf, I'm not part of a pack and I don't hunt down vampires. 

At school I'm a loner and a freak, well that's how I see myself anyway, I prefer to be on my on to be with 'friends' I don't see the point in having friends.

In my wolf form I'm a giant black wolf, I look just like a wolf just bigger, I'm not one of those ugly WEREWOLVES that you see in some movies, I look nothing like that. In my reservation, where I live, there are other people who are werewolves like me but I perfer not to hang around them, they're not my type of people.

I guess you could say I'm not your everyday average teenager, I'm not the leader of the cheerleading team and my life is nothing like Leah Clearwaters on twilight, I'm just a shape shifter and in the real world things like the fantasy life of the quilites in those movies is nothing like the world I'm living in. There's no such thing as vampires and werewolves don't really have a purpose, we just choose to protect well the others do anyway.

I walked into my class, late once again. Everyone stared at me, this is the usual for me. I stared back most of them. There must have been an evil look in my eyes because they all turned away pretty quickly. I sat down in my usual seat, at the back of the class, on my own. I usually just sit there and do nothing, just let them all turn around and look at me funny. 

Sometimes I think some of the are cats and they know I'm a werewolf, but no that's ridiculous. I watched the teacher from the back of the class, my teachers never make any eye contact with me. They must all be cats. 

The bell rings and I stand up from my seat, I hate it when people try stare me out. I walk out of the school grounds and into the part of the forest that lines the side of the school no one ever goes there so it's a pretty safe place to phase. The forest goes for miles and whenever I feel I need a break I just come out here. I phase easily now and before I knew it my body was shaking, my temperature was rising and I exploded into my wolf form.

I stood there for a moment getting use to the feeling and then took off. I love the feeling of the wind in my thick black fur, the feeling of being free. If I was in a pack I wouldn't have this sense of freedom, I would feel stuck and that's what I didn't like.

I ran for what felt like minutes but really it was hours. I loved stretching my legs and the smooth rythym of my paws hitting the soft earth as I ran. I did a U-turn and made my way back to school, it must be time for my 3rd class. I get back and find the school empty, school was finished. I phase back to my human form and make my way across the school field. Mhmm.. this meant more bunking detentions. 

My parents had no idea about my 'power' of being able to phase into a werewolf, they aren't allowed to know. I walk in the front door and chucked my bag to the side. "I'm home!" I yelled out but there was no answer. I sighed and walked into the kitchen, looking through the cupboards. My parents wonder how I eat so much and stay so 'thin.' I could eat enough for atleast 9 people. 

I make my self about 5 sandwiches and then walk into my room. I'm not that much of a social butterfly but I have my facebook account, everyone has a facebook account. I don't like society though, that's the thing I hate the most. Society killed my best friend. Yes believe it or not I did have a friend and he was my best friend but he didn't fit in, like me. He started with cutting and soon cutting wasn't enough and the bullying got worse so he hung himself. He knew about my secret and he never told anyone not a soul.

I log on to my facebook account with more messages from people. I get so much hate, I don't even know why I go on it. I look at my best friends account, or should i say dead best friend. His name was or is Damon Sheriff. He wasn't exactly the ladys man but I really liked him, in fact, I started to fall for him and I was in love with him but then he killed him self and that connection was gone, I should've told him.

I look at my wall. Old photos of me and Damon, in the forest. There was one of me in my wolf form, snarling at the camera. I spent a lot of time with Damon. Me and him would text each other from the moment we woke up to the moment we fell asleep. He wasn't in any of my classes but that was okay because I would meet him in the cafateria.

Damon was different that's why I liked him so much, that is why I told him my secret. I trusted him with my life. 

I don't see why being a werewolf is a secret. Is it because if scientists found out about us they would use us for research or people would try to kill us? I don't know but I told Damon and Damon left me here to face the earth on my own. I've never had any other friends since Damon. Nobody would ever replace him, he was my world.