Werewolf Chronicles

'''Please read this disclaimer: the purpose of this work is to help myself practice my writing, so the ideas will be about as cliché as those you'd find in a Webtoon. I'm working on my writing, not my originality, because I'm currently working on my second novel and really need to get those fingers going and my inspiration running. Also, this is probably not really related to Animal Jam. Besides the fact that the protagonist is literally a werewolf.'''

Synopsis: Cora Ripley has a deadly secret: she's a werewolf. Her junior year of high school is a bust, she's caught up in a bit of an annoying love triangle. . . oh, and did I mention that she's got a serious case of lycanthropy?

CHAPTER ONE: CANIS LUPUS

I've never been the greatest at school. My grades are plummeting to the lowest of lows, my migraines are getting increasingly worse, and I'm almost certain my math teacher hates my guts. It's not my fault I can't use trigonometry to build a fence. But that's all besides the point.

My family and I move. A lot. It's the rule if we want to keep what we have secret, and I can't help but admit that it sucks majorly. I know I'm not the most charismatic, loyal, and wonderful friend, but I still worked hard to build what friendships I did have. And then I had to put up with all the text messages and angry voicemails those old friends sent me because I couldn't tell them why I left.

"Cora!" my mom calls from downstairs. I scramble around my room, searching for a clean pair of jeans. I frown when I see last night's pair, soaked in blood from the hunt I went on with my brother. It's in the laundry hamper, but I'm dreading the moment that it really gets to stinking.

My room isn't ever going to be finished. The mattress is on the floor, my books are haphazardly scattered around in a jumble, and my dresser is completely plastic. I've always wanted my own well-furnished room, but there's no point if we're going to be moving house a year from now anyway. Depending on how surreptitious we are with our nighttime endeavors, we may be moving tomorrow. It's sort of a gamble. Last time we had to move because my little brother accidently shifted in front of a girl he liked. I doubt I'll be making the same mistake, as I'm never a klutz when it comes to my nonexistent love life. At school, I'm more interested in creating elaborate paper airplanes with my homework than the perpetual hottie that could be sitting next to me. I think that, maybe if I paid attention, I would notice the fact that guys are interested in me. Really, it's a werewolf blessing. None of us are ugly.

I finally find a pair of jeans stowed underneath my mattress and swing my backpack over my shoulders. Loose papers billow out, and I curse under my breath as I bend over to pick them up. It's only the ninth day of eleventh grade and I'm already struggling.

Danny, my little brother, barges into my room without warning. He's a freshman this year, and he has more upperclassmen friends than I do. We're similar physically, but we both have very different personalities. He's social, fun, and diplomatic. Meanwhile, I have a severe case of RBF. But if you only want to go skin-deep, we look very much alike. Same dark features and striking, shifty-eyes. The same hostile glare. We're the epitome of the classic werewolf kid.