CHAPTER ONE

Hey there, folks! The name's Sandra Davidson, a twenty-one-year-old girl with a story that will make your heart race and your curiosity soar.

Now, close your eyes for a moment and imagine a striking blonde with captivating blue eyes, a radiant face, and a smile that could light up the darkest of nights.

But don't be fooled by my modesty—I may not be a fairytale princess like Pocahontas or Cinderella, but trust me, I have a magnetism that draws countless admirers.

However, what sets me apart from the crowd is far from ordinary.

Brace yourselves, for I am a creature of the night—a werewolf, to be precise.

Yes, you heard that right. I belong to the illustrious golden Phoenix pack, and my tale begins with the extraordinary circumstances that led to my transformation.

Picture this: a quaint little town called Mayville, nestled within the mysterious woods of Molvia.

It was during a summer camping trip with my dear friends—Christine, Sophie, and Mary—that my life took an exhilarating turn.

We were inseparable childhood friends, and this adventure was our way of celebrating Sophie and me entering college, marking our transition into the realm of grown-ups. Little did we know, destiny had a surprise in store for us.

One starry night, deep in the heart of the forest, we decided to throw a small party—a toast to our bright futures and a bittersweet farewell to our carefree days.

Each of my friends had their boyfriends by their side, reveling in the intoxicating aura of young love. But alas, I stood alone, without a lover to call my own.

The atmosphere was suffused with affection, and it was hard not to feel a pang of jealousy.

Can you blame me? Watching my friends engage in playful flirtation amidst the cool summer breeze, romance permeating the air like an ethereal melody.

One by one, Christine, Mary, and Sophie retreated into their cozy tents with their partners, leaving me feeling like an outsider, an intruder in their private world of affection.

To alleviate my growing unease, I decided to be the life of the party.

I danced like nobody was watching, savored drinks like a connoisseur, and indulged in the feast before me with gusto.

I was determined to outshine them all, to prove that I, too, could revel in the moment.

Yet, my efforts were in vain. The love and connection my friends shared with their significant others only deepened my longing for companionship.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that the joyous symphony of pleasure emanating from their tents was a stark contrast to my solitary existence.

Now, you may be wondering why I lacked a romantic partner. Let's just say I had a turbulent history with the opposite sex.

In high school, I was no stranger to heated arguments and physical altercations with guys, establishing my reputation as a formidable young woman.

As the sole female on the school lacrosse team, I embraced the brutality of the sport with unwavering determination.

But let me assure you, my journey wasn't entirely devoid of romance. I dabbled in the precarious dance of teenage love, encountering both blissful moments and devastating heartbreaks along the way.

As the night wore on, the sounds of pleasure reverberated through the forest, their intensity growing with each passing moment. While my friends surrendered to the ecstasy of passion, I found myself drowning in self-pity. The moon, full and luminous, seemed to mock my solitude.

Enough was enough. I yearned for respite from the symphony of sensuality that surrounded me.

Ignoring the whispers of mythical creatures lurking in the shadows, I ventured further into the woods, determined to find solace on my own terms.

Finally, I discovered a tranquil spot embraced by soft grass—a sanctuary where I could escape the torment of my friends' intimate rendezvous. I settled down, gazing up at the twinkling stars and the mesmerizing glow of the moon. For the first time since the festivities began, serenity washed over me like a gentle breeze.

Seeking a temporary distraction, I retrieved my phone and immersed myself in the enchanting realm of handsome strangers captured in digital images. It was in this moment, lost in a digital reverie, that I heard it—the rustling of leaves, as if the forest itself held its breath.

A shiver coursed through my spine, and an icy chill gripped me, my senses tingling with fear and anticipation. Turning my head, I mustered the courage to address the invisible presence lurking in the darkness. "Who's there?" I called out, my voice carrying a mixture of defiance and trepidation. Silence echoed in response.

Yet, despite my pounding heart and the knot of anxiety in my stomach, I couldn't shake the suspicion that my friends were playing a mischievous prank on me. Determined to convince myself of this rational explanation, I returned my focus to my phone. "No way am I returning to that camp so soon," I resolved silently.

Once again, the leaves whispered their secrets, but this time with greater intensity, a symphony of nature's whispers crescendoing in the night.