TILDA
Changing for every werewolf meant different things. I mean, it was ideally the same thing but meant different things to every werewolf. To most it was a time they felt free, to some it was a time they felt more powerful, to some it was a time they felt like royalties, a time they felt special. Generally, changing was always a wonderful experience for werewolves.
Well, not to me though. I wouldn't pretend that I didn't love the way the metamorphosis felt… though it was estatic. Even beyond that. I wouldn't lie that I didn't crave the power I felt whenever I changed. The feeling I always got wasn't something that could ever be expressed in words. But then it wasn't an issue of whether I felt good or not but rather an issue of control. A sort of tug between the wolf and the man.
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TILDA “I keep telling you,I keep telling you but you never listen.” My mother said, as she shoved cereals into her mouth. It was almost 7am in the morning and me, my brother, Mason, my mum and Dad, were having breakfast at the table. We were all having cereals, or better put, we all had a bowl of cereal in front of us but only my Mum managed to eat though her mouth kept running. “The Moon Night is always dangerous, you have to have someone with you, there are many girls your age you should move with.” “That is just nonsense, she isn't at fault, she didn't try to violate herself, it was that pumpkin faced simpleton and that's who we should be putting the blame on.” “I w
LUCAS After I heard everything Mrs Haughter had to tell me that day, I decided against confronting my mother immediately. I didn't even act like I was angry though I was furious that strangers knew more about me than I myself. What made it more annoying was that some of the things I learnt from Mrs Haughter seemed to be common knowledge. It wasn't some sacred secret that only a few knew about. It was something I was certain literally every Supernatural knew about. It was another sunny morning and immediately after a heavy breakfast, I met my mother and asked directly to take the bracelet off my wrist. “Do you have a death wish? Haven't you learnt a thing...you know I can't, what's this all about?”  
LUCAS I sat on her bed and watched as she told me of her experience with Clenk on the last Moon Night. I stared at her calmly, watching her speak and noticing that she didn't want to look at me in the eye. That was perfectly fine, she had gone through so much, it was very understandable if she felt tensed. “Thanks a lot for coming, I really appreciate it.” “It is the very least I can do.” “Still I'm thankful, it is really comforting that so many people care for me, especially in this moment, it feels really comforting.” “Glad about that but I have to say, I really feel like killing him.”  
LUCAS George and I did discusssed in his home for over two hours. We talked about all the different way we go about getting the bracelet off my wrist. Apparently, George had no plan...he had one which involved him using dragon fire to melt the bracelet off me. We realised that that would only lead to me losing an arm, that would probably still have the bracelet around it. We talked and talked and talked. Nothing seemed to come out as a way to get the bracelet off me. I stared at the ugly looking thing around my wrist and it was almost like it was mockng me, telling me it was never getting off. It was done with magic but we didn't know anyone who could do powerful magic that could remove the bracelet. So far it seems my mother was way more powerful than all the magicians combined….no one could have a chance at removing it...it seemed.
DAMON Kelvin was a werewolf who ran a Casino in Landera—a town four hours away from Woodhidge. Kelvin used to be a vital piece in our ‘friendship trio'. While we were in school, we had done everything together and we were, without a doubt, the hottest boys in school as well as the strongest werewolves. We were so popular in school that the term ‘Damavin’ was coined by girls to refer to me, Mason and Kevin. We seemed inseparable. I remembered those night we would spend in the woods alone. Playing games, drinking, smoking and doing everything we knew we should not do. We weren't scared of anything, not the dark, not the wild animals we could encounter in the wood or anything the night could offer. We were three young confident boys who were capable of turning into big wolves in an instant, what could possibly terrify us beside ourselves?
EVELYN I was counting my steps as I walked to Karen's home. It was something I had started doing since I was kid, and for some reason, people had found it quite disturbing.. especially my Mum. Well, I couldn't blame her as when I was little I used to count aloud but now the crazy was all done in my mind. No one really knew why I did that, or rather, why I had started doing it. For me, it was both relaxing as well ‘focusing’. It really helped me concentrate, and as a kid that was something I had had serious issues doing. While it was alright for kids to not be able to focus, I wasn't allowed to do so. As a witch, or a sorcerer of any sort, mind control was arguably the most important skill. Before any magician could do anything, the mind had to permit it. The mind, of course, didn't have any ‘energy’ of its own but was there to act as a switch.
EVELYN There was something about being in a car that had always made me ridiculously happy. It was an absurd feeling, no doubt, but for unexplainable reasons, I was always happy being in a car... on the wheels in particular. It didn't have to my car or an expensive ride, those had nothing to do this with my love of driving...or simply being in a car. This weird interest of mine came all the way from the days of my childhood. Maybe it was because my Dad was the typical ‘car person’ and had taught me a lot about cars. I didn't have any interest in learning about how a car worked, how strong the engine was or whatsoever. I just enjoyed being in a car. I could remember sitting in the back seat with my younger brother. He would always have something to say, something to show me
EVELYN Her home was very small and the only thing worth looking at in her whole compound was the tomatoes she planted. The flowers weren't well arranged and it was clear that she had only started growing flowers. I hit the door bell and in an instant, a woman opened the door. “Hi, I'm Evelyn Itacha, mother of….” “Oh, I know who you are, Evelyn.” I kept my face straight to make her know I didn't come to play. “Well, I don't know you and I will appreciate it if you refrain from calling me Evelyn, it's Mrs Itacha for you” “Mrs or Ms? Whatever, what do I owe this pleasure?” &nb