SheWolf

~1~

Raelynn

I looked up from my lunch bag when I heard the library door open. Two girls who looked like freshman walked in and began browsing at books in the romance section. Typical. I looked down at my mystery book beside my ham sandwich and felt pity for the girls.

I know what they're thinking; they're going to come into high school, some senior bad boy is going to pin them against a locker and he'll only be good for her. At least that what most girls read about in the book one of them just picked up. I never went through that phase. I've always known what I wanted from a young age. And that's not a temporary high school relationship that's filled with drama.

They're young though, this is their first day at a high school. Soon reality will hit them and they'll realize that boys like that just don't exist. But what do I know? It's my first day of my senior year and I'm in the same place I was on my first day of freshman year. Eating lunch alone in the library. I'm not complaining though, it's peaceful in here. So much better than the insanely noisy cafeteria.

I took another bite of my sandwich and listened to the girls's conversation, a perk of being a werewolf. There's a few of them, like above average hearing, sight, smell, and even taste. Not so much touch though, that's about the same. I'm also not incredibly strong or fast, those are myths that are only on movies and books. The only physical thing that is different in our human form is that our bodies are more resilient to getting hurt. I can jump out of a three story building and be perfectly fine. I wish I was stronger and faster though, that'd help in PE, an area that I'm not so talented in.

I wasn't always a werewolf, I don't think anyone's born one. If I could describe it, I would say it's like puberty. One day you start developing things that weren't there before. I remember waking up one morning and having big ugly claws; that really freaked me out. Lucky for me, I learned to control that pretty quick.

The change for me happened sophomore year when I was sixteen. I was scared at first, and super confused. Being a huge book worm, I went to the library and looked up every health condition known to man. When there was nothing that matched my symptoms there, I started looking into mythology. I came across a werewolf book and that was that.

I've read just about everything on the history of werewolf's, which isn't much. Here's what I know so far, full moons do have no effect on us, when we shift into a wolf we get stronger and faster, in our human form we're the same as normal, and female werewolf's don't exist. Well, until me that is. I don't know why or how, but I guess someone up there decided it'd be fun to screw with my life.

"This one looks good, I'll check it out. It's about a bad boy and a shy innocent girl!" I called it.

"Speaking of bad boys... did you see that group of hotties. My eyes feel blessed, honestly." I looked up at the now giggling girls. I already know who they're talking about. There's a group of boys who parade around like they're the shit and no one can touch them. Most of them are on the football team, others are just popular or average looking. They're werewolf's, I can smell them from a mile away. Fortunately they never figured out that I'm also one, thank you perfume!

It's quite obvious that they're all in some kind of group together. All twenty of those losers all parade around together in every passing period, before school, after school, and at lunch. I like to call them 'the pack' because that's what they like to call themselves. Not out loud, of course. I one of them whisper about a 'pack meeting' last year. They're totally serious when they call themselves that, and I'm mocking them in my head when I think of them as 'the pack'.

"Those muscles are to die for. But I tried smiling at one of them and he just glared at me! I don't know what I was thinking-" I zoned out and stopped listening to them. Of course he glared at her, they think they run this school. It's like a game to them, when it's a reality to me.