It was a sunny day on the high school campus. Well, for the most part. There were a few clouds in the sky. Quite normal for a school day. The students were all at school just getting ready for another day. Although, the night before this ordinary day was not ordinary at all. At least not for two unique people.

The first one is a girl. This 15 year old girl's name is Carrice. Carrice Walker to be exact. Standing at the average 5' 4", with long bright red hair and deep hazel eyes, she has a slimmer, skinnier build. Evan Thomas, a 5' 8" 15 year old boy with longish dark brown hair and deep dark brown eyes has an a average build for a boy his age. There lives to them, are normal. Well, as normal as normal can be when it comes to their story.

Let's rewind a bit and focus on young Carrice Walker who was just settling in her new house just down the street from her old one. Even though it wasn't too far it was still difficult. Surprising how many friends can change just by moving a few blocks. At least she got to stay at the same school and with the same boyfriend. She'd been at this house for less than a week, but has also had the same pain in her hand for the same amount of time.

Her red hair would fall over her shoulders softly. Slightly messy since she hardly keeps it up. She brushes her hair gently, careful not to hurt her sensitive scalp. Her brown eyes focus on themselves in the mirror. She's quite thin and has a bandage around her small hand. What's underneath the bandage is what will change her life forever.

The day she moved into her new house a strange dog arrived at the old one while they were finishing the last touches. It scared her two younger brothers enough that they refused to come out of the house. To try to help her family, she decided to do something with the dog. Without anyone noticing, she snuck out of the crowd and towards the wandering dog. She approached it cautiously knowing some dogs could be dangerous. She reached her hand out slowly thinking it was surely safe. That's when it attacked.

It's jaws clasped around her hand tightly. She yelled in pain and struggled not to tug back. After kicking at the dog wildly it finally released her but continued to act in a threatening manner. Carrice had no choice but to run.

Carrice was known for being quite athletic. Miraculously, she was able to outrun the dog. And seeing all the people now surrounding her in concern, the dog fled. Curious, she sat and thought about what happened to the dog, but was thankful she had managed to escape with a minor injury. Or so she thought.

Carrice continued to brush her hair. A couple of places near the top of her head continued to itch. And so did the bite on her hand. This concerned her. Even though she just believed the old family stories to be a myth, they were still on her mind. The stories of how her brave grandparents were fabled werepuppies. Yes: werepuppies. They may sound crazy but they are very much an important thing. Their powers were mysterious. It's said they were the key to many victories in war and had the most successful rescue missions. "They could never be real." Carrice constantly told herself. But that still didn't stop her from worrying.

Carrice decided she would come back to it later and just hope if she ignored the itching it would go away. But as she laid there in her bed, the itch just got worse and worse. Her hands shook as she fought to keep them in place. After fighting for what seemed like forever, she finally gave in. She reached up her hand and itched the spot. But it stopped sooner than she expected. Her eyes narrowed with concern. She continued to brush her fingers through it. Her hair might be soft but never this soft. Not to mention short.

She felt the other side. It was the same as the first. What on earth was happening? She felt down the sides of her head and felt her normal length of hair. Was this a reaction to dying her hair too often? She hopped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. What she saw made her scream.

There were two ears. White pointy ears that look like they came from a Labrador stick straight out of her head. She fell back into the wall, but there was something soft underneath her. She stood up a bit and turned to see a long, white, fluffy Labrador tail. She screamed again as smoke surrounded her. Her parents rushed into the bathroom as the smoke cleared. Her mother gasped. "Oh. Rob. She's... she's..."

There beneath them was a quivering, pearly white, very, very young Labrador. Her parents looked at each other in shock.

"She's a Werepuppy."