Chapter 1
I couldn't believe it. I will never be able to see my best friend ever again, all because I'm turning into a big dog. Yes, literally.
Well, okay, maybe I am being a little too hard on werewolves, but how could I not ever see my best friend ever again?
I guess this is probably all a little confusing. Let me explain. My name is Jaron Black. I am 13 years old, but I look rather like a 16 year old right now. That is all part of the werewolf thing. My father is Jacob Black. I had a mother, but she died when I was 2. According to Dad, I am the youngest werewolf ever, in all of history. You would think that that would be cool, right? Oh, it would be, except that I have to keep being a werewolf a secret from everyone,including my best, and only, friend, Ademia Ateara (Mia for short). She has been my best friend for forever, and I have a feeling she always will be. Her dad is Quil Ateara. He and Dad are good friends. I'm not sure why I can't hang out with Mia. I mean, if her dad is a werewolf, don't you think she would know about them? But, I have to do as Dad says.
I don't look like a werewolf. I don't really look like anyone in my family. Everyone in my family is really tan, Native American, and they all have really black hair. I have black hair too, but that's because I died it. It's really blond. Yuck!
I'm not tan AT ALL. I'm really pale. I don't get it! I don't even look like my dad in the least bit! Oh, well. I guess I don't really care.
Mia looks really pretty, although she would never admit it. She has soft, curly black hair. She is not really tan, but not paper-white like me, either. Her eyes! Oh, her eyes are the blackest eyes you ever saw. You would think that would make her look hostile, but it doesn't. They are so warm and caring.
She looks like she is about 16, too. She's really tall, taller than me, even, and I'm 5'11", and, well, she just doesn't look like a 12 year old (she's almost 13).
I wonder if I'll ever see her again…