Mrs. Jacks was this kind old lady who lived with her husband. She knew everything about the block. She had a lap puppy named Terror. The name suit the little dog. He bark and growled at everyone.

She had baked some warm chocolate cookies. "You are a big lady now. So what are you here for."

"I was wondering if I could ride my bike around town. You know to get out and about. I am thinking about going to that sushi place in the train station. Don't worry, I have my phone and will call if I change my mind."

"Go, you are a bright young woman," Mrs. Jacks smiled in agreement.

I raced to my bike and rode off.

A taxi cut me off right as I was going to turn. The driver was lucky I didn't get hit. He would have been in big trouble. Would he know what it would be like to hit a werewolf? The passenger got out, unharmed and smiled at me. "Look at you a real city biker."

I hate tourists. There could be fun if I told them about the rink. A DMX rink. The very place I can't go when my mom is away. No tricks for me.

Ignoring the tourists, rode on toward the sushi place. Today was the salmon and Tuna roll. Yum. Who can resist such a treat? It was only four dollars for six of the roll. I had green tea milk shake on the side.

"Micky, I missed you at the park rink," said John. John gave me my first DMX bike and free lessons.

"Won't you join me."

He sat down. "Your mom is gone."

I nodded. "Baking convection. So BMX is out, but we still go cyclocross."

John played with the straw that came with the water. "Tempting or we can hit the street on our road bikes. First I want to order some sushi and one of those green tea milk shakes."

I offered him some sushi, but he shook his head.

My nose picked up the scents of werewolves. I used my eyes to pinpoint the werewolves. There they were about ten tables away from me. Most of them were loners, except for my history teacher. Yeah my history teacher is a werewolf.

There was muttering around the table. It seemed my history teacher were interviewing the loners to see what he could get on me. This is so ironic. My freedom could become history and could possibly be taken by my history teacher.

"Look, you can talk to me or you can talk Charles," stated my history teacher.

"We don't even know her name." "She doesn't even smell like a werewolf," and my favorite, "Ty turned her when she was five-years-old-she won't make it easy for you."

John order his sushi and order me a surprise.

As I continued listening to the wolves conversation, I realized they didn't know my name. They knew my scent and what I look like. This could work in my advantage. Mean Man and my uncle were smart not to give out my last name, but dumb enough to introduce me to all the loners. They did have friends who were loners and they made my life hell.

I cringed at the thought of my uncle and mean man's friends. They bit me, hit me, and broke some bones.

My history teacher walked up to me. "I thought I saw you here. You are sponsored for biking?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"She is still doing the bicycling club," stated John. "It is her fun time."

My teacher let out a huge breath. "Good, because we would miss you."

"I have been sponsored since I was thirteen."

John shook his head. "But now you have TV commercial and you will be traveling more in the summer. You are doing that summer camp too."

I nodded. "You are going to camp too."

John was getting upset. He was the one who first got me into BMX. If anything he should have been sponsored more. Somehow, I was good. Was it because of the werewolf thing? If I wasn't a werewolf would things turn out differently?

"You are going to bigger than me and soon."

His eye widen. "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Yup. You are going to be famous."

John smiled. "Well I got this if you get a movie night at your home."

I nodded.