**Note this is my fist story and this is only a sort of prolog if you want anymore please tell me in the comments below**
And if I misspell anything please just ignore it, and no hate please, Thank You
Prolog
Before I say anything I just want to say being a Werewolf isn't as good as you might think it is. Away from blacking out randomly on full moon and waking up half naked in a forest, covered with deer blood.
First you have the random itchy skin from you fur which won't go away till you get somewhere private to Turn. Which isn't easy...You scream... A lot...
Second you just don't wake up with a six pack, you go through your first painstaking turn then an ass ton of training to get in shape. A. ASS. TON.
Third Everyone gets on your nerves for the first months, you turn into a thirteen year old forever on her period, but you get a whole lot more violent, like pushing people through walls violent
Four Your pack leader becomes you new dad/mom but way stricter. No you can't go out with a Warlock no matter how sparkly they are, You better be back at 1:00 or someone gonna be chewed out by their packmates, No, mundanes are not used as training dummies, blah,blah,blah.
Fifth Love is something you feel for other pack members, not Shadowhunters or Mundanes. Love outside of the pack is vile misconception.
Well maybe a normal Werewolf could be an obedient little pup following commands, but If you are being hunted by your own kin, things change. But if they guy you are falling for ends up being assigned to slit your throat and watch you bleed out, you panic a bit, just a bit.
Tell me if you want anymore, Response would be lovely,
I'm out Happy Holidays, Anele
