My family has generations and generations of werewolves, though not all of us are, and not all of us like being one, and unfortunatly the gene is stronger in men. My father is a werewolf but my uncle isn't. When my sister turned sixteen, we all thought she wouldn't but, she began manifesting the werewolf gene, and I was so relieved, because if she had it that meant that there would be less of a chance of me having it.
Lucky for her she loves it, she feels powerful. Me not so much. I never liked the idea of being a werewolf. But it is still something that's part of my family and of who we are. I never understood how my mother dealt so well with my father being a werewolf, if she wasn't one. So this Is what I believe You can call a strange family.
I turned 16 last week, so this month in the night of full Moon I'll know the truth. If i am or not a werewolf.
