• Me and Max were walking down the street. Simple, kinda boring for a beginning of a werewolf story, right? NOT! This is how it really happened, i'm not some person who would start making up lies about what happend to me in real life like a hobo. Anyway, we were just walking there, talking to each other. Now, i'm just Max's best friend, not his girlfriend, we weren't dating, nothing. Just best friends. Walking while talking. Best friends. We were walking home from school, taking it nice and slow to soak up the view, becuase tonight was a full moon. The faint, pale light gently shone onto the street, illuminating the lawns and pink flamingoes, making it look really cool. Max looked up at the moon, and said to me, "Look Roxy, (my real name was Roxane, but he called me Roxy.) it's a full moooooooon." He made his voice like a ghost's on the moon, and I pushed him away, but he walked back over to me. "I'd start running..." I shook my head and said, "Why?" He bent his head to whisper into my ear. "becuase.... THERE'S A WEREWOLF BEHIND YOU!!! RAWRRR SHLOBGLADUBblehDEBALHHHH" I blew up laughing. Then I turned and warbled out in between laughs, "hahaha!, WTF are hahaha! those noises supposed to hahaha! be?!"
    "You're not scared?" He asked. "Are you kidding me?! That's hillarious!"
    We started walking again, me still having momentary break downs.
    Suddenly we heard a growling noise behind us. I stopped laughing, but still had a stupid looking grin on my face. "Hey," I said while wiping the grin off, "Have you practiced already? That was pretty good! Do it again!"
    He stared at me with a confused look on his face. "Uh Rox... I didn't do that..."
    "Sure," I slurred in a mocking tone. "Look," I told him, "if you didn't do it, then who did?"
    He looked over my shoulder. His eyes bulged out of his sockets so much I thought they might fall out. Then he started running and screamed to me, "THAT!"
    I turned around to face the biggest, most hairiest and ugliest dog I had ever seen in my whole life. " What the..." It slammed its baseball-mitt sized paws on my shouldders, pinning me down, then took a huge steak off of my side. I had always told myself I needed to lose some weight, but I never had this in mind. I screamed the whole time, hoping that anyone, ANYTHING would save me. It whamed me with its paw again, and I stopped screaming...

    TO BE CONTINUED -if you guys like it- IN NIGHT OF THE WULF... PART 1