Chapter 1:

"Did you have a good time out hunting last night, Quil?"

"Yes, mom", I answered her warily.

Mom was fixing us breakfast. It was simple, raw hamburger meat. What did you expect from a family of werewolves? I looked at mom. She had on one of her worn-out bathrobes and her normally straightened brown hair was curly since she had woke up. Her gold eyes shimmered in the golden, morning sunshine. She looked totally worn out. Mom and dad went out hunting last night too.

She sighed as she turned toward the table, handing dad and I our breakfast.

"I can't believe my baby is growing up so fast!" Mom looked like she was going to cry. I sighed and looked over at dad. All I saw was his straight, sleek, black hair. He was reading the paper. He caught me looking at him, his black eyes flashing. He nodded and seemed to understand me.

"Michelle, I think he's mature enough now." Dad said.

"I just can't help it, Joseph", Mom said emotionally.

"Mom, I'm sixteen", I stated blankly. I scarfed down my hamburger as quickly as I could.

Werewolves tend to have a huge appetite, as mortal people call it a high metabolism. I prefer not to use such fancy words; I use more straight-forward words.

"I just don't want to see you grow up so fast, I guess", Mom said ruffling my hair. I flashed a sideways smile.

"MOMMY, I need your help!"

I braced myself as my four year old little brother, Spencer, came barreling through. Spencer had dark brown hair like fudge and black eyes like coal. He pulled more from mom's side, while I pulled more from dad's side with my shaggy, straight, black hair cascading over my deep, golden eyes.

Spencer had no idea that he was a werewolf. You weren't fully a werewolf until you were thirteen, so Spence had a long way to go.

"Mommy, could you tie my shoe?" Spencer asked.

I sighed and put my plate in the sink. Then, I walked upstairs to get ready to meet my friend, Lucas, who was also a werewolf. I carefully shut the door to my room. My room was kind of big, with a werewolf-y feel if you catch my drift. It was mostly wood; my bed had a black comforter on it. My radio, game system, and TV were the only electronics I had in the room, other than my bedside lamp and ceiling fan. I ambled over to my closet to see what I could wear. It was definitely hot outside, especially since I was part wolf, so I chose some basketball shorts, a t-shirt, and some converse. Yep, just werewolves trying to live like normal people. I brushed my teeth and soft, black hair.

Before I left, I checked my white, pointy teeth in the mirror. Then headed outside. Mom already knew where I was going. When I got outside, it was very warm. The sun was beating down like a giant, golden, fireball. The sky was a bright blue, with a few puffy white clouds. It was a very bright day.

Suddenly my eyes caught sight of something shadowy in between the big, oak trees in our backyard. I had a strange feeling. I felt like I was being watched, and it was an eerie feeling. The hackles on my back started to rise. I was ready to pounce.