Drew was upstairs taking a hot bath for his aching bones, as he came downstairs. He was in a slouching motion, his arms hanging by his sides. He went over to the fireplace and sat down on the floor next to his mom, who was sitting on the chair knitting a scarf out of wool. "Would you like some soup Drew?"said his mother as she stroked his forehead,"No mother, how about some tea Drew. Yes, but let me make it,dont be ridiculous Drew, your ill."
Suddenly as Drew was approaching the stove he felt bolts of stabbing pain in his stamoch, his gums were hurting, his head felt like is was going to burst, his knees were failing him, and his entire body was weak. He leaned on the counter " Are you ok Drew!"his mother yelled, he didn't responed. The pains in his stomach were gone, he felt as i it had never happened. Drew looked up at the white,full, beautiful moon as it filled the sky with its glow. Then the window in the living room was smashed in, there was glass and wood all over the floor.
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Night of the Wolf
WerewolfThis is a story of a boy named Drew who is a werewolf but just doesn't know it yet. He is the last of the Lycans, it is up to him to save his people from the darkness that awaits.
