Luna Mayard is a werewolf who lost her dad at the RiPe old age of 3, but she's moved on and there's something eery going on in her home town.
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Luna is assisted by her friends Phil, Louise, Dan and Mark to figure out how to save her small town b...
"I have to go get ready for the party," Louise's voice echoed around my room as I ruffled through my wardrobe looking for the new outfit I had gotten for the party.
"Okay," I said, grabbing the t-shirt and jeans before throwing them on my bed and turning speaker off of my phone then putting it up to my ear.
"I'll meet you at your house as I pass it," I told her.
"Okay, see you later," she said.
"Bye," I replied before hanging up and struggling into my skinny jeans.
I pulled the white shirt over my head and looked in the mirror, proud of myself for finding something I can look fine in.
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I pulled on my shoes and tied them tightly.
I decided to change into my tail and ears later, and headed downstairs for dinner.
As I entered the kitchen, the smell of mash potatoes and vegetables hit my nostrils and I inhaled the smell.
My mother looked over at me, and smiled. "You look nice."
"Thank you," I said returning the smile.
"What's the occasion?" she asked bringing over the pot of veggies and scooping some onto the two plates.
"A party," I told her, fiddling with my fork.
"Ah, yes, that's right! You told me," she said, and pushed her short, tidy brown hair behind her ears.
"Have you got work tonight?" I asked as she joined me to sit down.
"No, but I do have to go shopping," she told me and we picked up our cutlery to start eating.
As the sound of metal hit the porcelain on our plates, mum started telling me about some books she had picked up for me from her co-worker.
"He's very keen on meeting you," she told me, stabbing some meat.
"Mhm," I mumbled back, my mouth full of food. I gulped before saying, "Hey mum?"
"Yes sweetie?"
"Do you like that John guy?" I asked her, shovelling peas onto my fork.
She stopped what she was doing and put her knife and fork down.
"Uh, Luna, if you're uncomfortable with me meeting people then you can tell me," she said.
"What?" I said, looking up, "What? No! I'm not upset with you meeting other people. I mean, dad left more than 13 years ago..."
She nodded and picked up her cutlery again before resuming eating.
"...But, can you tell me why dad left?" I asked.
She shot her head up to look at me, before sadness washed over her face.
