Hey everyone. Jake here. WendytheWerecat has asked me to start writing Feral since she's no longer interested in the story. Mostly because I love her\his story. So anyway...Enjoy! This is a sequel to R.L. Stine's Ghosts of Fear Street. NIGHT OF THE WERECAT
The biggest brown werecat ran in front of Wendy to the tree.
Gasping, Wendy turned. The black were cat and gold were cat stalked towards her.
Wendy's fur stood on end. She was trapped.
Arching her back, she let out a shrill hiss.
The gold werecat hissed back. It yowled. It ran at Wendy.
Wendy closed her eyes, awaiting her demise.
Instead she felt something strange on her cheek.
She opened her eyes.
The golden werecat was raking its tongue across her cheek. It purred and began nuzzling her.
Wendy stared in awe. She noticed the others sniffing her curiously. Their tails poked up in friendly interest.
She inhaled, catching their scent through her nostrils.
The scent was familiar.
The black were cat pounced on her and playfully bit her ear.
Wendy yowled and scrambled away.
The three stared at her, their curiosity peaked.
Wendy knew she was outnumbered and forced back a growl. The three were bigger than her.
Suddenly the brown were cat got on its back paws and waved at Wendy with both of its front paws.
Fearing the worst, Wendy unsheathed her claws and raked them across the brown werecat's belly.
It howled in agony. Blood seeped from the wound.
Letting out a furious howl, the golden werecat slashed Wendy in the face.
Wendy let out a shriek of pain. She pawed desperately at her eye.
Sensing another attack, Wendy bolted.
Running across the lawn, she turned the corner and disappeared around the house.
The two others were hot on her trail.
Wendy shot up the tree and leapt through the upstairs window, landing safely on her rug.
Wendy turned back to human form.
Wendy snuck a look out her window to see the were cats gazing around.
They left, growling softly.
She held a dirty shirt to her eye to stop the bleeding. She knew she'd have a scar. After a few minutes, she realized the bleeding had stopped.
Hiding the bloody shirt under her bed, she dressed quickly in a t-shirt with a black cat on it and electric blue shorts. Pulling on her sneakers, she quickly left the house.
She didn't know what would happen but she knew she could never let her brother and parents find out the truth about her.
That she was a werecat. A monster who prowls the night.