Chapter 5

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Once the candle is lit, I can make out a medium sized room. Weapons line the walls, there is spare food in the far right corner. Across from the food is water. There are sleeping bags lines up on the floor. They are all black, every single one of them. There is a ledge on the wall, with extras of everything.
Ever one is scurrying around. I have no clue what to do. I turn to ask my uncle a question, but he is not there. I look around the room, and see my uncle tending to the water. Ge gets a tiny cup, and fills it up almost half way. Why is he being so conservative? I walk to him, and stand right in fron of him. "Why are we down here?" I ask.
He looks as if he does not want to answer my question. He does anyways. I'm not sure if that's a good thing. "Another pack is coming for us. They are out rivals. They want me and everyone else dead. They've never actually harmed us. But they are determined." his answer comforts me none.
I just lost my best friend, and now it sounds like there will be a war. What a warm welcome! Thanks for that. And not to mention that it's my burthday tomorrow, and I'm transforming for the first time.
Even though there are no windows down here, I can tell it's well into the night. Well past midnight. It's my birthday. Everyone else is asleep.
I crawl over to my uncle and nudge him. He rolls over, and slowly opens his eyes. "Uncle J, it's my birthday, when am I going to transform? I don't want to get kicked out." I say. He laughs, a quiet low laugh. Not an evil laugh or anything, but not a full on happy laugh.
"You decide when you transform. But you now have the power to. But you might not be able to today. The hunters, out rivals could be anywhere. And trust me, they're blood thirsty." he replied, in low tone, almost as if they could hear us. But there's now way they could.
People started waking up around me about a half an hour later. My uncle got out the food. For breakfast we had strawberries and bread. Good, but I would prefer pancakes. I guess I have to get used to their food choices.
About an hour after our breakfast, silent breakfast, no one talked, we heard a banging on the ceiling. Someone's in the cottage.

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