Werewolf White; Book 1- White Wolf

Chapter 1- Sweet Dreams

I was running in a massive corn field. Not running towards something, but running away. BANG! A gunshot echoed behind me. My converse shoes were being tattered and torn from traveling quickly amongst unforgiving terrain. I felt drops of sweat slowly trickle down my face in the intense heat. I pushed aside one group of stalks after the other like a machine set to accomplish it's task without error. My arms were giving out. My feet were bleeding. But I couldn't stop. I could hear the hum of a truck engine getting louder and louder. It slowly turned into a monstrous roar as smoke shot out from the back of this old but powerful truck. I couldn't see my pursuers but they were definately chasing me. I could hear the stalks behind me whack and beat against the front of this truck. I didn't have time to look back. I needed to get away. I kept pushing massive corn stalks taller than me aside so I could continue to get away from this truck. I heard a door open behind me, most likely the passenger side of this truck. Then I heard a shout, "This is for my family you monster!" The voice was that of a texan redneck and seemed mad at me. But I didn't do anything... BANG BANG BANG!!! Suddenly three bullets skidded and tore up earth on both sides of me as dirt was flung airborne. The gap between me and the truck was diminishing rapidly. I was slowing down. The truck was speeding up. They were trying to kill me by shooting me or running me over. I was breathing hard. How long is this corn feild? Then, I tripped. And fell. Time slowed as I slowly was dragged and weighted down by gravity. It was as if I was sinking in an ocean. It met the dirt ground and it embraced me, softening my fall. I was reminded of the chaos I was in by an abused, ear splitting screeching horn. I quickly twisted my body to see the vehicle behind me. It was closer than I predicted and this rusty death machine on four wheels was going to kill me before I could stand up. I heard the sound of the blaring horn filling the air and right when it hit me... I woke up. I shot straight upwards out of bed. A nightmare. Sitting up straight I sighed and rubbed my head. Being a werewolf sucks. I've been getting nightmares every day and in all of them I die. I've told mom but she can't help. She's not exactly the type of mom who would sit beside you and cuddle with you. But she tries. I took deep breaths to calm down and tried to make sense of my dream. I remembered what the redneck said: " This is for my family you monster!" Am I capable of doing something as sinister as murdering someone's family? I knew the answer. I was definately capable. And if it was my other side, I wouldn't even feel a thing. I sighed and scanned my small, messy, comfortably familiar room. The bright sunlight shone through my closed blinds and dimly lit the room. There was a clean 'v' shaped path that went from the door, led to my bed, and then led to my dresser and window in the corner.

I replayed the nightmare that nearly gave me a heart attack, then got up from my creaky, old, tiny bed and onto my own two feet. The demonic creaking filled the eerie silence. I watched dust gently glide and blow around for a minute or so, then got moving I walked over to my dresser and took off a torn up oversized white T-shirt I reuse as pajamas every night into a sky blue short-sleeved shirt that hasn't been washed in a while and a pair of jeans that were torn way past obeying dress-code. Wait, am I late for school again? Crap! I quickly hopped over to the alarm clock next to my bed while zipping up my jeans and saw the dreaded numbers 12:08. I was 38 minutes late for school! 38! I snatched some mismatching socks and dashed out of the door. What a way to start off the day.