*** ok first chapter. .. I'm a little nervous***
**Edited**
~~Clarie's dream~~
"Hunny, do Mummy a favor and go into the closet, and be very quiet."
" Is this a game?!?" I ask exsitedly, As a crash came from down stairs, " yes baby it's like hide and seek. You go in the closet and wait for mummy or daddy to come find you. You can even take Sr.Wiskers with you." She hands me my stuffed kitty and lightly pushed me in the direction of the closet door. " ok mummy." My mum pulls me into a big hug.
"Clarie, mummy and daddy love you very, very much. Never forget that." She kisses both of my cheeks as my dad ran in and did the same. "I lo-"
" There coming! Clarie get in the closet now and close the door." I was pushed Into the closet, and the door slamed in my face.
The rest was all a blur, I heard a crash I slowly crawled out of the closet just in time to see big scarry men, all dressed in black stab my mum and daddy over and over..... There was blood everywhere.
~~end of dream Clarie's POV~~
"Clarie wake up!" I jolt straight up in bed, covered in a cold sweat. My "guardian" Morgan was at my door, "Clarie get up we are leaving in 30 minutes." I roll over and look at my alarm clock, and said nothing. I never say anything, why should I? I am being taken from the only place I feel safe and being forced to live somewhere els. "Clarie come on get up, get dressed. You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to. Just do as I say." Then she walked out. I feel bad giving her the silent treatment, it's not her fault. We should have ran away while we could! My wolf Cara wined, I know cara im sorry but I just couldn't. Can you imagine how broken hearted Morgan would be? She took us in when none of the other foster families wanted to... we owe her this. I slip an my 5 seconds of summer T-shirt, ripped skinny jeans, and my white high tops. I run downstairs, grabbed my strawberry pop tart, and went to the car. Cara whimpering the hole way. Remember Cara we are doing this for Morgan.
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When reality kicks in.
WerewolfClarie Dunman dosnt believe in family, you wouldn't either if you saw your parents murder right in front of you at age 6, then thrown into foster care, then at age 17 Clarie is finally getting adopted. Did I mention that clarie is a werewolf? on h...