Prologue... I think.
It's not easy not being a normal human, well it's never easy being anything really but mostly not being normal. Oh and for those of you who have not guessed it yet, I am not a normal human. The worst part is not having much of a social life. I can't go to parties, can't go outside for long, no relationships, not being able to eat certain foods, and the worst part of it all are the characteristics: all ways warm even in the winter, the constant issue of cutting your nails, and all the hair (not necessarily a problem for me). Oh and my eyes are blue with red trimming around the iris. In addition, for those who still haven't guessed it yet I will spell it for you: W.E.R.E.W.O.L.F. I know your probably thinking, "He's crazy!" Well I am not. Therefore, you are probably wondering: how did this happen? I will tell you that later but for right now let us get a little background on me.
My name is Allen Lowell Centhel but I go by Allen Lowell. I'm 6' foot 6 inches, weigh 155 pounds (when I'm human), I'm 17 born March 17th 1992 and I'm in the 12th grade. I have dark or jet-black hair and it looks dark blue in the sun. I have been a werewulf since I was at-least ten, I live in Portland, Oregon and do not really much of a social life. I have never had a girlfriend and do not plan to find one. If she does come along someday, I will improvise... Ok that sounds too simple so it probably will not work. As I said, I have been a werewulf since I was ten. I live with my parents who were very wealthy, and my older sister Allison but she prefers Alice.
She pretty much raised me since I was a little kid so I guess you could say she was my mom. She has already finished college and majored in science and medical health. She comes and goes from time to time so I saw her every once and awhile. Then she just stopped coming. I was only 10 so I could not do much about it. Then the worst came, our house caught fire and I blew out of the front window when the kitchen exploded... I lost a lot of blood. It would take at least ten minutes for the firefighters to come with any medical help. Then I saw an enormous flash of black rush towards me and I guess I lost consciousness.
I woke up in a cave. It was still dark and the air smelled of smoke so I was still close to the fire. I was in incredible pain and I just wanted it to all end now. In a way, you could say I got my wish. I lifted my head as far as I could get it and saw it. A white creature like dog, but this was excessively big to be any ordinary dog. It turned its head and I lay back down. It came over to me and looked over. I was frozen with fear and bewildered. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It walked off and about 4 minutes later, my sister came. I tried to tell her what had happened and about the wolf thingy while trying not to cough blood on her. She laughed at me... she actually laughed at me, at a time like this. She told me that she was happy that I did not die in the fire and that she got back at the right time... my parents were not so lucky. She told me that they died due to lung failure. Then it struck me. She was trying to tell me that she was the thing that saved me she was the wolf... She was a werewulf. She looked over my wounds and she said was not going to lie, I was going to die. Unless I became what she was a werewulf. I said yes. She told me that it was going to hurt a lot at this point I did not care.
That night I officially became a werewulf. After that she took me to the hospital then out of normal school so I could be home schooled. She instantly taught me what I was going to need as a werewulf and a human. It has been seven years since then and I truly know what it meant to be an outsider. I have only seen at least four other werewulf but they live here so they did not really count. Any other werewulf's, I guess that they keep to them self's until one day Alice and I went hunting. We split up and I was picking up a scent, blood. I followed it until I found a girl gushing blood. A girl was lying there. I picked her up and took her to my sister. She told me to leave her there. She said that she was an outcast. I took her to my sister. I told her that I was not going to leave her there. She said she would be my responsibility. It had been two hours before she woke up. We look care of her wounds. She told me her name was Sara and that she was a werewulf too. I asked what she was doing in the woods. She said she was hunting and a bear attacked her. It was then we decided that Sara was now a part of the family, a family of werewulfves. And so starts a clan...