First Bite (Beacon Hills Chronicles Book 1)

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I'll remember the day most of the Hales died for as long as I live. I'll remember how distraught my best friend and her younger brother were. I'll remember the look of numb shock on Derek's face. The look of pure distress on Laura's. The burns that covered Peter's right side. Peter had been the only one that had been inside the house that survived. I'll never forget how that event changed Derek forever. Changed Laura. Changed Peter. And changed me.

Why did it change me? I guess I forgot to mention something important. Most of the Hales are... were... werewolves. Yep, you heard me right. I didn't stutter. I said werewolves. I've known Laura and Beacon Hills' secret since we were thirteen. Her mom wasn't very happy that I had found out, quite by accident may I add. Because Laura's cousin, Josh, couldn't control his shift very well when he was close to a girl he liked. At least when he kissed said girl. He went all glowy-eyed and fangy in front of me. Sassy Uncle Peter thought it was hilarious that I barely reacted. But that's a story for another day.

Laura and Derek moved to the other side of the country after the fire and I'd gone to nursing school. I visit Peter every week. It makes Jennifer, the nurse that tends to Peter, happy to see someone visit him. I love the man like he's my own uncle. I didn't actually have an uncle. Mom had a sister that died over seven, eight years ago, but no uncle. I just don't understand why Peter hasn't healed. I've wondered for years if he's not allowing himself to heal, if the PTSD isn't allowing him to. He hasn't moved for nearly six years. There really hasn't been many major animal attacks since the fire. Probably because there hasn't been any wolf packs coming to see Talia.

But I have a bad feeling that the supernatural may be infiltrating my life again. My little sister, Anna, just moved in with me after our mother's death. Dad abandoned the family when she was a baby, so Mom made me her guardian in case anything happened to her. Unfortunately, something did. It had almost been as if she'd predicted it herself. Which I actually wouldn't doubt considering the connections to the supernatural the Roberts family seems to have. It's the night before school starts and, for some reason, I'm standing outside on my porch watching the rain. Anna's upstairs in her room, fast asleep. Maybe I came out here so I could think straight. Maybe I can keep Anna from finding out about the true side of Beacon Hills. Out of nowhere, I heard what sounded like a wolf's howl. Maybe not. Or at least it'll be harder to. Did I mention I have a very bad feeling?