Werewolf White; Book 1- White Wolf

Chapter 7- New

I slowly rose out of bed and gently stretched. My heart was beating nice and steady. Everything was calm and nice. Sunlight set a tone of relaxation upon the room. I laughed. I genuinely laughed. I have been convincing myself for years that I was trapped in a jail of depression, yet here I was. Laughing like an idiot.  Breaking the silence. Why? Because I slept through one night. To you it's no big deal, but to me it meant everything. No joke! I could die satisfied right now. Because I slept peacefully without nightmares or jumpscares. I took a deep breath and just relaxed. My mind wasn't corrupted by fear, but strengthened by confidence. I spent a good few minutes at peace. Then I shifted into focus. Lets see what's today:

1) Leave mom and fly a plane to New York.

2) Find a vampire named Fargas in the crowded streets of New York.

3) Get this guy to tell me things about werewolves without killing me.

4) Get back home quickly so that mom doesn't have a heart attack.

And I thought today was going to be a good day. I slipped on a gray short-sleeved undershirt and a red unzipped jacket over some blue jeans. My hand-me-down clothes demonstrated aren't very rich. Wait, how did mom afford that ticket? I walked out of my room and down the hall to the living room. It was basically muscle memory. I walked in to see my mom sitting on the couch rereading the map of new york she showed me last night. She put a lot of things in my head that night, and lucky for me she gave me a checklist because I probably would forget everything. Mom looked... terrible. Her eye seemed tired and worn, and her rough skin proved that she hadn't gotten sleep in a while. "Mom... did you stay up all night?" She looked at me and then at the window.

"Sorry..."

"for staying up? It's fine!"

"No, for flying you to Fargas. It's dangerous and it's not my place, but the truth is I don't know much about werewolves. You can't survive with me. Also, money is tight and I need to get another job. Things are going to change. They have to." She said all of this while staring out of the open window, deep in thought.

"I understand. Besides, I've never been on a plane before! So let me get this straight: fly to New York, follow the map to Fargas' place, be friends and get info, fly out. Easy!"

"You'll be fine. Right? She looked at me skeptically. She's a mom all right.

"Yea, don't worry! Let me pack up, okay?"

"Be ready innnn..." She squinted at a clock in the hallway. "One hour. Okay?"

"Okay." I smiled at mom and disappeared down the hallway. I walked through my doorway and knelt down next to my bed and reached down underneath it. I pulled out my laptop, my most prized possession, and sat down on my bed. I opened it up and turned it on. Everything I know I've learned from this beauty. It's like a second mother to me even though it's slow and glitchy and, well, a computer. I typed in a password and opened up a search engine to learn about New York. I couldn't find this magic shop thingy Fargas was at, but I did find out some pretty cool things, and some pretty dense populations. Then a though hit me. If vampires and werewolves exist... what else is out there? Being a werewolf myself, you'd think the thought would come to me sooner. My mind started racing. What about ghouls or mermaids or... other werewolves... i'm not the only one... right? My train of thought ended there. I threw some money and food in a bag with my laptop along with a blanket and some other things, and an hour later we were driving to an airport.