I woke up on the couch alone. John had left a text message stating he left after the third movie. He also told me he didn't lock the door and hope I was going to be fine.

No one broke into the house. Still, I did a full house check and when the house check was cleared hopped into the shower.

For a short time, I smelled my old unfamiliar scent, but it went away when I washed in the body wash.

"Tired of smelling like a werewolf," I said in my commercial voice. Holding up the body wash. "Get Wolf Be Gone. You will be smelling like human in no time. Remember to get Wolf Be Gone perfume too for those times when body wash can't do it."

After the shower, I took a quick food break. Going bike riding road style. My road bike is okay but I prefer my hybrid Trek. It is such a smooth ride. Maybe hit up the Shedd (John G. Shedd Aquarium) or the Field (Field Museum). I did have my library ticket and needed to be used by tomorrow. Both sounds like fun.

I left a note for Mrs. Jacks and placed it under her door. Terror was barking so he would see to it that she got it.

The Shedd and the Field were closed but would open up in an hour. I quickly unlocked my bike and went for a ride. The taxis kept cutting into my bike lane. The buses were better at understanding that this was my lane.

When I went back to the Museum Campus. Locking my bike I made it to the Shedd. The line was longer than it was about an hour go.

I quickly upgraded my ticket so I could see the whales. I heart the whales. First stop was Nickel the sea turtle. He was still there hanging out and swimming around. Part of me wanted to eat the fishes but, part of me was afraid of water. I can't swim. Werewolves sink because of their biology. Biology ruins everything for me.

I took a quick break at the Amazon Raising. They have snakes. Love snakes a little too much.

"You're here," said a loner.

I stopped dead and ran. Not the smartest thing a werewolf should do. Werewolves love to chase things. It is a predator thing. Prey tend to run and run fast. They also tastes good.

I stopped when I saw Anna. "Anna," I yelled.

Anna turned around. "Micky."

"What are you doing here?"

"I am in town with my husband."

I blinked at her. "You got married! Where was I?"

Anna laughed. "It was a small wedding."

I nodded. "I was going to head towards the Field. Do you and husband want to join me?"

Anna nodded. "Charles, we're going to the Field Museum." She looked around. "Strange he was here a few minutes ago."

She yelled, "Charles."

Charles was talking to the loner. Man I hate loners. "Anna go ahead he yelled. I have business to take care of."

That my friends is how you get away from werewolves. You have to blend in. I felt guilty for not telling Anna that I was like her. The problem is she would tell Charles who would hunt me down and forced me into a pack. I am not a pack animal.

Anna told me about Charles as we headed to the Field. She didn't add that she was a werewolf. Since she didn't say anything. I didn't say anything.

Charles called her. "Anna there is a lone female on the lose."

"Oh dare. What are you not telling me?"

"She is sixteen or seventeen and has been so since she was five-years-old. She is skittish and musk her sent with body wash.

"She was at the Shedd. I bumped into a lone wolf who lost her."

Anna shook her head. "This is bad. Wouldn't you know about her."

"No, we didn't. She acted human and was trained to fool us."

Anna studiedly stopped pace from our cursing speed. "Why would they do that?"

"The rogue knew he would be killed and his father protected him," replied Charles. "If it is the girl I am thinking of, then you might know her."

"How?"

Charles must have moved or something. "Her three brothers and her dad are werewolves. Two of her brothers are in Adams' pack and one brother is in the Boston pack."
He couldn't be talking about me already. They don't even know my name. Anna looked at me. "Are you okay?"

"It is you stop so fast I'm worried about things is all. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything is okay," she told me. "I just have to go back to the Shedd. You can stay here."

"No, I think I might go home." That was the truth. I didn't want to stay here any longer. Lone wolves this close and not to mention Charles, they could catch me. It was a luck that I got away.

I acted as if I went to get my bike and followed Anna into the Shedd. There they were Charles and Lone wolf.

"You found her yet," asked Anna?

"No, we have a picture from a sketch artist. Five of the Lone Wolves agreed that it looks like her. I think it may be Micky."

Anna heart raced. "As in my cousin, Micky?"

My heart sank. Oh no, they know. This is just great.

"She is heading home," Anna stated. "She was with me when I went to the Field."

The Lone Wolf at her. "She told you that."

"I don't think she knows we are on to her yet. There might be a chance she isn't a werewolf. We go to house and ask her. Charles can tell if she is lying. We also have wolves that have seen her."

I rode my bike and high tailed it to a biker paths'. There were so many in Chicago that I didn't know which one I was on. The only thing that I wanted to do was get out of Chicago. My uncle should have taken me with him.

Dillion my brother was calling me. "Hey, where are you?"

"Um. Home."

Dillion sighed. "Anna is there and you aren't home."

I walked my bike into the woods and sprayed perfume. I was starting to smell a little werewolf.

My brother growled. "I am not asking you again. Where are you?"

Oh no, lost. That is where I am. "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

The trail was about ten or twenty feet. "I am about ten or twenty feet away from the trail in the woods."

"What woods?"

"If I knew that, I wouldn't be lost."

"Okay, any signs."

"Yes, a biker and friend." I walked up to him and stop. A lone wolf. Really, out here in the woods. Right, he is a werewolf.

I took off again. Hanging up on Dillion.

Four hours later, in Villa Park. I had ran out of food. So I stopped at a Seven Eleven. Lucky, for me, I always carried cash for food. Hunting is something I don't do. No killing Bambi for me. No, I get my meat from the store. City wolf.

I dived into my bar and stopped at an ice-cream place too. It was there that I got texts from all three brothers and my dad. My dad never texts me he only calls.

I checked the voicemail. It was loaded up with calls from: My brothers, mom, and dad, Anna, and Mean Man. Mean Man stated I am on my own. He is not getting into this.

My phone went off.

"Hello," I said.

"Do you have any idea how worried I am," said my mom. "Young Lady, Dillion told me you were lost. We found the trail and the woods, but didn't find you. What this about you being a werewolf?"

"This whole thing is a big misunderstanding. I am sure the whole werewolf thing will blow over. You know most of the family are werewolves, except for you."

"You mean you too."

"Mom, I have to go. We will talk about this some other time. When you aren't so far away."

"I am home in Chicago."

"Wow. I have to go."

"Please just tell me where you are? I am so worried about you."

"I am in Villa Park, IL."

Heading back, about an half an hour, I was stopped by cops. "The path is closed.

I turned around. Only to get the path is closed again.

"So, how do I get to the train station?"

A wolf walked out. "I'll take you. It is over."

I stopped to catch a scent. They were all werewolves.

Hells no!

I jumped over the barrier. Knocking down a sign. "Stop," said a cop. Something made a shush sound. I looked down at my tires. They blow my tires. Those bastards. This was my favorite bike road bike too. Looks like I am going to have to ditch it.

When I dismounted from my bike. I was attacked by a werewolf. I really hate them. I fought back.

Shortly after fighting back, I realized they knew I was a werewolf. The not knowing was my defense. With the act of knowing, I was as scary as a teddybear.

Without realizing it, I started crying.

The wolf eased for of me. "Hey, kid, I didn't want to make you cry. Oh man stop. Come on I'll take you home."

I didn't trust him. He just looked at me as tears flowed down my face. He picked me up and placed me in the back seat of his car. The car happened to be a police car with a siren.

Everything went zooming by in a blur. Cars moved out of way. Just another barrier they put up for me. At one point I thought about jumping out of the car. The car was too fast for me to jump. Chicago was coming up. I could smell the city and that made me happy.

"You're still just a kid," the driver said. "It is amazing a kid could cause this much work. I mean we are very unhappy you weren't found out until now. But man, the stunt you pulled today was epic. I still can't believe that jump."

"I jumped higher," I stated. "Really it was nothing but a bump in my way."

He laughed, "That was one big bump."

I grinned. That is why they nicknamed me Jumper at the park. There isn't any trick I won't try. Even though sometimes, I'm scared. It is the only time really I am free. Kind of ironic that my bike has now imprisoned me to this life. Today started off great and now it is the worse day of my life, or my existence.

He pulled into the drive way by my house. When he open the door, I ran out to my house because of my mother's scent. Mean Man told me that he would hurt or turn my mom. Some wolf could have done that already.

Mom was sitting on the couch with dad. I curled up in between them hiding. This made me feel like one of the wolves you see on those outdoor wild shows. The pup hiding in between the parents safe from predators: the cops and Charles.

Dad rubbed the back of my head and whispered, "It is okay, you are safe."

Dad was here. Even though I knew I was in between them, I didn't realize how here he was. Normally he sent pictures and calls. He did paid child support. Mom sometimes complained he over paid. He had some hard times when he couldn't give that much. The good times he gave too much. It was as if he was trying to make up for the bad times when he couldn't.

"Why are you here," I asked?

"To see what is going on. How long have you been a werewolf?"

Everything started to come at me. Everyone knew. It was kind of like walking naked in school. The only difference is no one is pointing at you and laughing. "Dad, this is not important."

Marrok Charles Bran growled. "This is important. We know when and how?"

I curled up closer to my mom and dad. Embracing and hiding my face. Here is big and scary werewolf. Get your teddybears, they will at least be afraid.

"Honey, it is late," stated my mom. "Why don't you go to bed?"

I nodded and walked away.

"Why is she so scared," asked my mom?

Marrok came up with many theories. One was that I was submissive, another was a wolf had abused me, or that their was little interactions between werewolves and me.

Anna disagreed and went with someone had threatened to hurt mom. She would have been right. Mean Man told me how he would hurt my mom and then turn her. He would do it slowly and causing mom to be in so much pain. The thought made me sick to my stomach.

Mom added that perhaps it would be best if I left Chicago and joined one of my brothers pack. She added since I had such a bad experience here. My dad agreed.

No, I am not leaving Chicago.