บททั้งหมดของ My High School as a Werewolf: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

I believe I just stand there looking shocked at the man. I am totally unmoving. I am clouded with thoughts of how to deal with this smoothly. A flash of myself in the wilderness bring me back to reality. If I screw up now, there is no hope for me, and I will live as a wild wolf forever. What do I do? Kill him? Bribe him? Talk it out? The man is looking at me with the same expression, brows are arched and lips are literally saying "what?" "That's not a howl..." I say but then regret. What! Who says it's a howl. I am initiating the suspicion. I am panicking. "No, I mean... Uhm," I am doomed. My father just told me to stay out of trouble, and here I am howling on the street and a human hears me. "Sorry miss... you need something?" I hear the man asks politely. I look at him. Is he playing innocent? I feel like an idiot when I see him holding his earphones using his both hands. He just removed it probably because he can't hear me clearly. A splash of relief wash down my growing anxie

Narration... Carrie is staring in a blank space by the window when the doorbell rings. She peeks at the window to check her visitors and she nods at the two men waiting by her doorsteps. She seems to be expecting the visitors so she unhesitantly opens the door and greets them. "Good morning, Doctor," she tries to smile but her smile can't seem to reach her eyes. Who wants to meet the Doctor anyway. This old hermit is one of the wolves one can only see in worst-case scenarios. The last time Carrie saw this man was when they signed a treaty of peace with some Asian wolves they met a few hundred years ago. He is the oldest official who runs their pack behind the shadows. His wolf is not that powerful, its presence is actually almost nonexistent to Carrie, but his old intellectual mind holds their pack's history and wisdom enough for him to earn respect and an august position. "Good morning, Hill?" the older man responds. Carrie nods to his unstated question. "How long have you been u

I try my best on the following days to avoid Arche and even Kaze. I see Kaze casually talking to Alex about some stuff they only understand, and since Alex is always the talkative and clingy friend, I get to avoid Kaze easily. For Arche, avoiding him is the hardest, because he intentionally does things that catch my attention. Like in our PE class, we were running some lapses while his football team was doing warm-ups. In the middle of my run, he intentionally kicked the ball in my direction that I almost fell on the ground when the ball whistled past me. I even saw him grinning maniacally at my shocked reaction. People, even our teacher, just laughed at me like I was some kind of entertainment. I almost growled at their annoying happy faces. I think I need a tap on my back for all the holding back I did for that Arche. That kid is wildly sipping on my nerves. "You look stressed." Mom said as she puts milk on my cereal. "School," I simply say. "Being a nerd is taking its toll on m