A Sanctuary For Werewolf In Need Is Located Here

Chapter One: The Start

I sat in my chair in seventh period seminar. Looking around, I could see that my classmates had started chatting amongst themselves while working. I sighed before I began to work on my own writing project. It wasn't a fictional story but this week's status update of my werewolf territory. This and several other articles were published the newspaper's supernatural section, which I was in charge of. Most people just thought I was really creative and really good at writing, but there was a few who knew and even shared my secret.

When I finished at the end of the period, this week's update looked like so:

Weekly Free-Range Werewolf Territory Update

Territory Boundary Security:

Strong, durable borders

No mending needed

Few beings passed through

No trouble

Den Site Security:

Very little human interference

Some Full-Range pack interference

Hunting Territory Progress:

Prey population:

Little taken down

None Wasted

Predator population:

Content

No new settlers

Social Interactions:

Return Arrivals (All pack members):

Collin from Montana

William from England

Kyle from Oklahoma

Arrivals (All Zingaros):

Daniel from New Orleans, Louisiana

Joseph from Danvers, Massachusetts (Salem Village)

Eric from Arizona

James from Canada

Raúl from Spain

Theodore from Brazil

Michael from Kansas

Tomas from Indiana

I was called out of my writing phase when the bell rang, notifying everyone that school was officially out for the day. I rushed to pack my stuff up and to my locker.

Jesse Lee and Melody rammed into me just as I turned from my locker to go find them. They were shouting at me things I couldn't comprehend because of the noise in the hall.

"Stop! Before you two say another word, how are we getting home? Does Melody have drama?" I demanded.

"Drama." The two best friends said in unision.

"Okay, Mel, if you don't know what's going on, hurry on up to drama. Jesse can explain."

"But why?!?!?!" Melody responded.

"You'll be late, that's why." I explained.

Melody froze for a moment, thinking, before darting off in the direction she came. Jesse's gaze followed her through the crowd of eighth graders until she had left the locker hall reserved for our grade. I slid down the wall at my back and sat on the ground. Jesse followed suit.

We people-watched for about ten minutes. By then, the halls had emptied. Jesse shifted to face me. His smile was attractive and alluring but his eyes showed the aggressive streak that only shows in him when another male takes interest in me.

I don't know who it is this time, but this is gonna be hell. I sighed, expecting the issues that were going to arise.

He kissed my forehead before speaking. "It's Josh. He just got enrolled as the culinary teacher's aide."

"Who's Josh? Why does that matter?" I could sense an unease bubbling up inside me.

"Josh Gray. The wolf in eleventh grade. The one you met 4-H a couple years ago." Jesse snarled silently at the thoughts running through his head.

A recent image of him popped up in my head. He had blond hair and blue eyes. He wrestled and showed livestock, which he seemed pretty good at. I had to admit that he did have a nice face on him, but he wasn't my type.

"What's wrong with him? He shares my secret. He has decent features. So what? I've got you. He doesn't matter." Even though my main intent was to calm him down, my words were true.

"I know that. You don't care for him, but he was talking to me and he wants you. He knows what you two share and what I don't share with you two. He knows what my role is in your pack. He wants you and he knows that we have a bond that's gonna kill me if he breaks it." Jesse's eyes began to water, worrying that his fears would somehow come true. His hands were fists at his sides, tight and solid.

"Jesse, calm down. You know better than this. Don't let your mind avoid the facts." I stood and held a hand out to him. "C'mon. Let's go. You need to get this out of your head. I can help."

He smiled and took my hand while he rose. "You're right. What do you have in mind?"

"Running a mile or so. I just have to change into my running clothes."

"You carry those around now? I didn't know that." He watched as I reached into my bag and pulled the outfit out.

"No. I brought this outfit to go in my P.E. locker today, but they never wound up there."