Introduction

Werewolves; ruthless creatures, rare to find and even rarer to reveal themselves. Monsters with no control.

At least, that's how the humans view us.

Mother never wanted a werewolf for a child. She reminds me every day. Father never wanted one either, but he's better at forgetting about my existence. My sister? Let's just say we don't talk much.

It's easiest just to keep my head down, to deny my wild half any control, to ignore the wolf.

Well, it was easiest. Then one nosy boy changed it all... how am I supposed to keep my secret and keep friends? And what's all that nonsense about werewolf hunting?

It seems things are about to change, and I'm not quite sure if it's for the better.