"Reagan!" I scream into my phone as my best friend picks up.
"Robyn! Oh my God, I miss you so much!" she screams back. "The House of the Moon is so great! I never knew this is what it's like to be a werewolf."
The House of the Moon is like their sister school, the House of Night. House of the Moon is newer, and ours only opened two years ago. It's basically a werewolf finishing school (which by the way, according to our religious freaks, is a curse for our city). My friend Reagan changed for the first time on the last full moon, which happens to all werewolf pups on the full moon prior to their fourteenth birthday.
"What kind of classes are there?" I ask excitedly. I've loved the werewolves ever since they first started populating St. John's. The males are always big and bulky, while the females lean and wise.
"We shouldn't be talking about that," says Reagan dismissively. "We should be discussing about your fourteenth birthday."
"We should," I say with hope strained into my voice. "But it's tomorrow, and you sleep during the day."
"Well, I'll come at night."
I sigh. "Your instincts that tell you when the next full moon will be haven't kicked in."
"I have those?" she asks sounding totally bewildered.
"Yes," I say, feeling slightly agitated. "Anyways, you'll be a wolf tomorrow night. It's a full moon."
She mutters a curse under her breath. "Well, I'll come the night after."
"You're lucky that you won't have school since it'll be Saturday night, Reagan," I say feeling slightly better. It really isn't the same without your best friend on your birthday. This is the closest we'll get now. "Can we talk about your school now?"
"Okay," she says cheerily (as always). "What do you want to, Robyn?"
"Who's your roommate?" I ask, hoping she doesn't have one and hoping she does. I don't want her to be lonely, but if she becomes best friends with her roommate...
"Don't have one," she says simply.
"Aren't you lonely?"
"What do you think?" I think no. We're both used to be lonely. We're not exactly what people call social.
"Well, do you have any new friends?" This time, I'm desperately hoping yes.
"Naw. There are some pretty cute guys here though." She makes a purring, meowing sort of sound and I can't help but laugh.
"So is everything alright there?" I ask soothingly, just in case.
"Yeah," she says perkily. "They've mentioned the vampyres a few times. They get crescent moons on their foreheads when they become a fledgling, did you know that?"
"Yeah," I say.
"And did you know," she says getting excited. "That the first time a werewolf changes, they get a mark on their right paw? And when they change back, it's still there. For each wolf it's different."
"Huh. That sounds pretty cool, what did you get?"
"Music notes."
"Go figure," I deadpan. I check my watch and realize what time it is. "Hey, I gotta go. Supernatural is on now."
"Yay! I should turn it on too. Later!" And she hangs up. I laugh and grab my TV remote off of the small table beside my bed, and flick on my TV.
