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"Mom, it's so unfair!"
Samantha whined to her mother after school one
Wednesday afternoon. She had been asked, yet again, out
on a date. Her wide, green eyes watering, but she held it in
because she was stronger than that.
"Girls are supposed to be soft and fragile. Not furry and
deadly!"
Samantha's mother, Laura, shook her head at her
daughter as she stirred the contents in the pot, she was
making dinner.
"I've told you so many times that there are a handful of
werewolves in town, some are your age."
This was true, Samantha, her mother, and five other
families on Ricktor Valley, California were indeed
werewolves. Samantha's father wasn't, Laura had learned
so much restraint to be with the human that she loved.
And Samantha had no restraint, not yet. She was still a
new wolf, having only come of age the year before (her
junior year of high school).
Laura sighed and walked over to her daughter after placing
the spoon she used to mix the soup down on a small
saucer.
"I know it's hard and it all seems unfair, and I'm sorry we
didn't let you date sooner, but it's never certain when a
female comes of age. Females mature faster than males,
so it all depends upon the female to mature enough to
become what she really is. Sweetheart, had I known you
wouldn't mature till last year I would have let you date, but
I didn't want you having a crush and hating who you are
because you couldn't be with that person."
Samantha was calming down a bit, she knew her parents
meant well, and with her mother patting her arm she felt a
bit more relieved that she could still show affection to her
family, to people she loved But that didn't mean that she
completely loved who she really was.
"I just want them to stop asking me out then!! It's so
annoying, some girls think that I think I'm better just
because I constantly say no."
Laura started to laugh. She knew her daughter was very
pretty, with long black hair and wide, green eyes. They
looked like each other, but also very different. The
difference was that Laura had brown eyes and brown hair,
but one look at them standing right next to each other and
you'd know for sure that they were mother and daughter.
They were the same height 5'8, and had the same wide
smile only some people got a chance to see every so often.
They both sighed, Laura walked back to the stove and
Samantha headed up to her room to do her homework.
When she finally came down for dinner, the phone rang as
she walked past it.
"Hey Sam," It was her closest friend Jessica. Jessica was
in on their little family secret, and because Samantha and
her family trusted her that much she never told a soul.
"Hey." she replied glumly, doing homework always made
her a bit tired.
"We still going to the movies?"
"Oh, um...yeah, I forgot but we can still go."
Jessica laughed.
"You should have a great memory, anyway, did you want
to drive or am I?"
"I will, I was planning on going for a drive after dinner, so
I'll just pick you up then."
"O.k. bye."
"Bye."
"Going somewhere?" Samantha's father, Bill, asked as
Samantha sat down on the chair beside him.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot about it, if you don't want me to go I can
cancel." she said, she had forgotten to ask if it was alright
to go out on a school night, though she had already turned 18.
"Of course you can go, we just want to know where your
going." Her mother responded happily.
"Movies with Jess." she replied.
"O.k. just don't be back too late, you know you'll need your
rest for this weekend."
Samantha kept her spoon in mid-air, that had caught her
off guard. She forgot about the full moon this weekend.
Samantha used to love the outdoors;tents, fishing,
smores. But when ever she and her mother went, they
didn't need those things. The moon pulls them, almost
forces Samantha, to change into their wolf forms. She
dreaded every time she had to go camping, she used this
word for lack of a better term. She reluctantly finished her
soup, almost warm by the time she finished, grabbed her
keys, and left for Jessica's house.
When they arrived Samantha wished she was dreaming,
for if she was, then there were five nightmares there at the
movies. Five nightmares she didn't want to see, five
nightmares that were like her. Five nightmares that were
werewolves.
They stood there laughing and talking loudly, as if they
were the only ones there. The oldest by a few months was
Peter, he had brown hair with wide, green eyes, almost as
wide as Samantha's. He was very built, he looked more
like a 25 year old, though he was only 19. He was
handsome and looked very strong, just like every werewolf should be. Then there
was Brandon, he looked exactly the same body structure
as Peter, just as handsome. He had blond hair and blue
eyes, he could pass for a football playing model. Also there
were the two werewolves that were Samantha's age, John
and Micheal. These two could pass for brothers. They
were the same height 6'0, exactly two inches shorter than
the older two. Though John had brown hair and Micheal
had blond they were equally handsome and dressed the
same as well. The other difference was that John had green
eyes and Micheal had very light brown eyes, he also had
shaggy hair. not too long, just a little past his ears. Then
the youngest, and the most newest werewolf was Martin,
he was only 16 years old. He had black hair and brown
eyes, he looked the most out of place there because he
could pass for at least 23 and yet he was the youngest. He
grinned widely, he was the first to notice Samantha.
"What a surprise seeing you here Samantha." Peter said
after they all walked over to her. He was looking from
Samantha to Jessica, realizing that Jessica was just as
pretty as Samantha, Jessica had red hair and her eyes
were blue, had the same small curves and was the same
height as Samantha. Samantha was trying to get past
Jessica, with out hurting her accidentally. Peter had a deep,
voice, one that a 19 year old just doesn't usually have.
Samantha finally gave up, they had already spoken to her.
"Oh, hi, I didn't see you guys there." she lied still hoping
there was an escape. "Are you guys done with your movie
or are you waiting for a later showing?" she asked, she
hoped they would leave soon.
"Well, we already watched our movie, but we could-"
Micheal said, his voice was almost as deep as Peter's, but
he spoke softly.
"No, no, no, you guys need your rest, I can take care of
myself." She smiled slightly at how right she was. They
needed their rest as much as she did for this weekend,
they would all be going as well. And the other thing was
that she could take care of herself, and Jessica for that
matter.
On the drive to Jessica's house, instead of talking about
the movie, all they talked about was Samantha's
five nightmares. Though, it was more Jessica cooing about
how perfect their bodies were and Samantha trying to be
indulgent of her close friend.
"I can't believe you know them! Do you think you
could introduce me to the blond, the taller one? I think he
was the cutest!" she squealed. Samantha nodded, her wolf
rejoiced that Jessica did not find a preference in Micheal.
And for that Samantha was upset. She had found this out
two months earlier. They were all at the nearest park, so
deep in the forest. She hadn't realized what it was until
after she got home, she was finishing up her homework
when she absentmindedly started drawing on a page.
When she finally looked down at her art work there was a
wolf with sandy colored fur. She didn't recognize it until
she looked to the right of the wolf, it read 'Micheal'. She
realized that her wolf liked Micheal, and she recognized the
wolf she had drawn to be Micheal's wolf. She didn't like
thinking about it. And she tried with all her might to control
her wolf. She was afraid that her wolf would go up to
Micheal and let it be known that she had grown feelings for
him. Samantha tried to reassure herself that it was only
her wolf that liked him, but she too had liked him. She just
thought it wasn't fair, her wolf was taking the lead. She
hated having to shift from human to wolf. Laura would
sometimes make them run there, "Give your wolf some
freedom and she'll let you control most things." she
remembered her mother saying.
She sighed, she wished she could just stay home like a
normal kid, a normal teenager. But no matter how much
she wished this she knew it would never come true. She
was no ordinary teenager, she was what those believed to
be mythical creatures. She was a werewolf. And she would
forever remain a werewolf.