I Became the Moon

The Mad Wolf

I went through my classes confused. I couldn't figure out what was going on.

What if it was me who caused the fight? But I was passed out and didn't remember anything!

Ian told me I was dangerous, but I don't know what I did. The whole situation was bothering me and I slammed my fist on the top of my desk in frustration. What I didn't expect, was the desk to break in half.

A clear break appeared when I hit the top with my fist as it fell to the classroom floor. Shock flooded my facial expression when I realized what I had done. All my classmate's eyes were on me as they looked at the broken desk in surprise. 

"What's going on back there?" My teacher sternly called out to me. 

"Uh... Uh..." I stuttered in embarrassment. I stood up quickly and looked at everyone's faces. I was met with horrified and confused expressions. "I-I need to step out for a moment." I practically ran from the classroom while tripping over my own feet. 

I rushed up to the roof of the school and began pacing back and forth. I grabbed my hair and was breathing hard in and out of my nose. My pulse began rising rapidly and I could practically hear the blood rushing in my ears. I suddenly felt as if I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"AHHHHHHHH!! What is going on?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. The continuous events that kept happening to me was causing my life to spin out of control and I was at the mercy of the werewolves. 

Looking across the roof, I spotted a pile of old boxes stacked neatly in columns. I walked over to them and took out my pent up feelings on them. 

I smashed them and tore them. Most of the boxes were filled with old used textbooks that were going to the trash, but compared to my frustration, the boxes weighed nothing. I threw many of them across to the other side of the roof. Then instead of punching them, I was tearing them to pieces with claws that had appeared suddenly. Growls and howls erupted from within me and I didn't stop until every single box and textbook was in shreds. 

When there was nothing left to destroy, my madness slowly ebbed away and I collapsed to the ground. 

What had I done?! It was almost like I couldn't control my own self!

A cry of panic escaped my mouth and I scooted as far away from the mess as I could get. Burying my head in my arms, I started crying. I was scared of myself and what I could do.

"Wow." I heard an impressed whistle from exactly fifteen feet from me. "The Alpha wasn't joking." The person's tone of voice was light and definitely male. 

My head snapped up from the depths of my arms and directed itself towards the person talking. The person was hidden behind the side of the door on the roof. He slowly emerged from behind it with his hands in his leather jacket pockets. 

I was taken aback by his appearance. He wore my school's uniform under his jacket and was well over six feet tall. His hair was a startling color of silver that glinted against the sun. The strange guy's face was obviously Asian with pretty dark brown almond eyes and a high nose bridge. His face shape was slightly round, but it only added to an innocent look and didn't decrease the fact at all that he was very good looking. 

"Wh-Who are you?" I sniffled and attempted to quickly wipe away my tears. Panic rose in my throat when I realized that my claws were still out and hastily hid them behind my back when I stood up. Something about the guy seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it. 

"You don't recognize me?" The guy smirked at me and revealed a perfect row of white teeth. His tone had turned to playfully hurt, "Oh wait. Let me rephrase that. You don't recognize my scent?"