Chapter 17 ~Vivaldi~

SO, I TOOK OFF, MAN. Became a wandering kid with no place to call home, putting as much distance between me and my former werewolf pack as I could. But just when I thought I'd escaped one nightmare, another one kicked in. A week after I'd hightailed it outta there—at the ripe old age of 13—the werewolf curse decided to rear its ugly head, way earlier than it was supposed to.

My body was like, “Nope, we're doing this werewolf thing now,” and I just about lost my mind with the pain. I'm talking bones snapping, popping, skin stretching, and fur sprouting. The sounds were straight out of a horror film, you know? Like, imagine the worst bone-cracking, flesh-tearing sounds you can think of, and then multiply it by a thousand.

In my rabid state I caught a whiff of something totally awesome – the smell of a nearby village. I mean, I was starving, so of course, I followed my nose. Lurking in the shadows like some kind of creepy monster, I watched the villagers going about their daily lives, co