Chapter 1

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History class. Probably one of the most boring lessons I had to suffer through. Hitler, the Korean war, Victorian England - all of them burned my brain. What was I thinking when I chose it as an option?

"Hush now class. Take your seats" Mr. Trode, our history teacher said. He was an old man. He'd been teaching me for five years and taught my brother three years prior. To be quiet honest, I was surprised he wasn't dead. I'm pretty sure he was alive when the great wall of China was built; the man looked like he could collapse into a pile of dust at any minute. Astonishingly, he still had hair, even if it was just a fraction and left the top bald. All the color he'd once had slipped from his form, leaving him a living ghost. 

"I've been sensing that you've all been getting bored of our usual history classes. Today we're going to do something different. This isn't in your specification, but it should be interesting. All of today's work can be in the back of your book."

He picked up the box of books from the floor and I swear I heard his spine crack. He'd outlived the dinosaurs and I was fairly sure that he would outlive all of us - despite the fact that we were only sixteen. He split the books in two before giving a pile to each of the front desk students to hand out. 

"Today we're going to study the concept of werewolves," he said, writing the date and title on the board. 

"But Sir, they're mythical creatures," said Milo, probably the only person in this room who was disappointed to not be studying the list of royals who'd ever ruled England.

"Wrong. Extinct not mythical" he responded. It was official - he was too old to function. I wasn't the only one in the room who was confused by his statement. He'd obviously read too many twilight fanfictions. 

"Stop looking at me like that," he said, "open your books and write the date and title". Everyone in the room did as they were told - not wanting him to have some kind of dementia fit. "I'm going to start off with a few key facts about werewolves - I need you to write these all down". He barely finished his sentence before he started reading all the basic features of a werewolf. "When werewolves were alive, we humans were scarce. And once technology evolved we became fascinated about the prospect of mates. A mate is a wolf that another wolf is meant to be with. Much like a women's period, it can come at any time in their teenage years, with some experiencing it earlier than others". The majority of the class became disgusted when he said this. Did he really have to phrase it like that? "However this is only for the males. Or the more dominant one in the relationship". He said the last part quietly. He was practically an antique, born in the time where gay relationships were deemed taboo - he never failed to tell us how the only relationship that exists is between a male and female. What a prick. It's not 1512 anymore - he needs to grow up. 

"The male mate is very protective over the female. And before they meet he can smell her from 200m away" 

"Maybe she should take a shower then" joked Logan, the class clown. 

"I'll have you know that wolves are very hygienic creatures" he responded before continuing. "Werewolves also live in packs, with an Alpha, Beta and a luna being in charge. For a wolf to become an alpha, he must have alpha blood - when alpha pups are born it's incredibly common for the mother to die because of the sheer strength of the pup". 

By this point, he'd lost everyone in the class. He'd gone loopy. 

"The Alpha and Beta of the pack are really well respected - as well as the Lunas. A Beta doesn't need Beta blood, but it will help him gain control".

No one was writing when he finished rant - this was ridiculous. Werewolves weren't real and they had never been. 

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