The alarm rang at eight, later now I didn't need to spend an hour punching my punching bag to work of my excess rage. I got up grabbed my bound clothes still muddy from last night's adventure, a towel and went to have a nice hot shower, even if the wolf did complain that it didn't like washing. Breakfast was boiled eggs but I would have preferred some meat, I just finished in time to grab my bag and catch the school bus.

The school bus could be summed up in two words, mobile riot. There were kids screaming, fighting for seats, arguing at the top of their voices and throwing stuff at people they don't like, unfortunately they were very bad shots. In the midst of all this chaos was my seat, a piece of calm to call my own and even though my pack and I patrolled a square mile of territory, the most precious piece to me was the seat on the bus. I had carved it from the chaos, defended it from intruders and recently I had found out it was actually a locus of peace, a place where the spirit world was closer to the real world than most areas, the perfect place to recharge my spiritual batteries for a long day.

I sank gratefully into, it fingers moving to the gouges from when I had lost control, the surrounding chaos seemed to dim, fading into the background. I slid slightly down the evolutionary scale, just a little, sharpening my hearing, vision and smell slightly, it was always easier to do this in my seat; I wondered why I had never questioned this before, probably because everything else was so weird. The werewolf thing was almost mundane now.

Almost.

The bus stopped, someone got on, and we were off again. Suddenly there was the sound of metal rubbing against metal, my head snapped up and I looked for the source of the sound. A pain sprit was hovering in the air above the crowd it resembled a ball of barbed wire and was probably just as nasty. Pain sprits live to cause pain that's what being a pain spirit is. But it was too small to do any real harm though.

"Argh! What did you do that for?" Okay maybe I was wrong, but I couldn't do anything on a crowded bus, too many witnesses, I'd tell the pack later. As I watched the sprit I noticed something strange, it was constantly hovering over the head of a blond girl, tall, good looking, probably in my year; I switched to all the way Dalu hoping no one would notice.

She didn't travel on the bus much that I could tell from the anxiety coming off her, and the sprit wasn't urging her to hurt people, she wasn't acting like she was hearing voices. She was however being very defensive of her seat watching for an attack and scaring the poor year eight next to her. Strange, I'd keep a close eye on her, definitely tell the pack later. Even if she had just cut her finger this morning and the spirit was still feeding, I at least had something to report.

I was having a horrible day; first I had had terrible dreams and hadn't slept properly, my mum had gone to work early and I had to go on the bus, there was this vague feeling that something was missing but I didn't know what, and now this creepy looking boy was staring at me.

The girl wasn't in any of my classes, which was a pity as I really needed something to distract me as I struggled through the lessons. The wolf and I had come to an agreement, he leaves me alone during school and I let him do what he wants, within reason, after it. This worked as long as I wasn't bored and started agreeing with him. So I still couldn't concentrate in maths but at least some subjects were improving. I spotted her again in lunch which, due to an amazing display of creativity from the catering staff was veggie burgers but, with a slice of tomato on top. Or it would been if I hadn't replaced the burger with some meat I found in the fridge which may or may not have been pre cooked - you would be amazed how much it takes to kill a werewolf.

She was queuing when I spotted her; the pain spirit had been joined by a joy spirit, which looked rather like a powder puff floating around her head, and a sickness spirit, which looked exactly like a cockroach, and was clinging to her back, all very strange. I really hopped that the pain spirit didn't get hungry and eat the sickness spirit, when a spirit eats another spirit their essences combine and create a mix of the two e.g. a spirit that creates a painful illness. She definitely wasn't one of the spirit urged, you would call them schizophrenic. But she was acting oddly, little things, the way she sighed when she saw it was veggie burgers, the fact that no one complained when she cut ahead of them and then, the big hint, when her foot passed straight through a chair leg without her noticing. I definitely had to report this.

My day was going from bad to worse, as well as the annoying bus ride I had had my three least favourite subjects this morning and the nagging feeling of something missing wouldn't go away. Also as I had walked through the door to my geography classroom I suddenly found myself in a small room with four doors, if I went through one I would just end up in another identical room. It went on for several hours then, as I walked through one door I suddenly found myself walking into my classroom, and no time had passed! And now the boy from the bus was staring at me again.

After school I went to see Lucy, our pack's expert on the spirit world, and told her about the girl and the unusual activity of the spirits. She diagnosed it as either, a sprit urged or a pre change werewolf. Then Ed came in, Lucy told him what was happening and he sent me off to find her.

"It will be easier to find her if you have her blood," Ed said as I was leaving.

"You want what now?" I asked confused

"Didn't they tell you how a werewolf can track his pray more easily if he has tasted their blood." I thought back to the lesson on tracking, which I had spent mentally adding glasses and a moustache to everyone.

"No."

"Well we can, bite her and you'll have an easier time finding her."

You know sometimes being a werewolf can be disgusting.

So I spent the next half-hour trying to find her scent at the school, which was nigh on impossible as there were so many conflicting scents. I did pick up it up eventually, fifteen year old, female, high anxiety, and the slightly metallic tang of a spirit copying real flesh. The trail went to a house, about six blocks from school and two from my house. It looked like a normal house but if you looked closer you could see the weeds in the lawn, the cracking paint and smell the damp in the walls. I went home, some werewolves would stay there for the entire night to try and find out who she was. I dug out the school directory and looked up the house number. I found her name, Jacky.

I was now convinced I was going insane. Everything fitted; I was hearing voices, having hallucinations, the incident with the rooms couldn't possibly have happened. Now I was convinced there was a huge black dog following me and somehow it reminded me of the boy on the bus. I was definitely going to see the school councillor if it didn't clear up by Monday.

I went to bed and dreamed of wolves that looked like me.