I Am Not A Werewolf Novels & Stories

“I’ll explain everything, I will, but please don’t fear me.” I don’t tell him that the fear I felt earlier is nonexistent with his hands on my skin and this strange current flowing through my body, but I do give him a short nod. I need to hear him out. From what I read, it’s not a good idea to aggravate a wolf. Because that’s what I think he is. A werewolf.

Callista. “LET ME GO!” I scream at the top of my lungs, desperate to rectify this mistake. “PLEASE, LET ME GO! I’M NOT A HUMAN. I’M A WEREWOLF!!!” I've made a mistake. A huge one at that. I cannot curse my own stupidity enough. I’d thought that trying to convince them that I wasn’t a supernatural was the right course of action, but I’d been so very wrong. It was the worst course of action I could’ve taken.

But look how far I got. I am a werewolf, the Luna of a Pack. And most importantly, my boss is a werewolf! THE END

“Not literally. You get what I mean.” “My name is Penelope,” the werewolf with light brown eyes said as she walked over to me. “I like the way you hunt, but you smell weird. Are you really a werewolf? Because I tried connecting with your wolf but it seems like there's no connect at all. It's not the same with the guys.” I decided to not tell her too much details. “Of course I'm a werewolf. I've just been sick and my wolf hasn't recovered well.” I said.

I didn't have to think hard, I was just telling her about the lives of the wolves here and how we actually function. "You seem to know so much about werewolves." She said, fascinated. "You must have seen so many movies about them." I rolled my eyes. This should be a good time to tell her. I intended to be serious this time. I took a deep breath, keeping my voice and expression as serious as I could. "Muna. I have something to tell you. Listen to me, please." She went still. "I don't know how to make you believe me, Muna, but I'm not human. I'm a werewolf."

“Isn’t it your wolf that took the Heartstone for their fallen leader?” My stomach clenched. “I’ve never seen anyone, not witches, not spirits, no one touch a Heartstone and survive. Not until you. That’s why they kept you alive. You're not ordinary.” “I see,” I murmured. “Are you a witch? A demon? Maybe both?” she asked, watching me carefully. “I’m just a werewolf.” “No, you’re not. Stop lying,” she said, not unkindly. “But I get it. You don’t want to tell me.”

I said through the laughter that was quickly turning hysterical. Completely, devastatingly right. This entire city was exactly what she said it was and I had walked into it with zero preparation and absolutely no idea. Aunt Anne looked even more confused now. "Right about what? What are you talking about?" "I do not know anything about werewolves, Aunt Anne." The words came out sharper than I meant them to, all the fear and frustration of the last few days bleeding through. "I am not a werewolf. And I do not think my parents were one either."

Helping more struggling Lunas. Just another day in my completely insane werewolf life. And honestly? I wouldn't change it for anything.

, I threatened. “Who…who are you?”, Aurora asked in surprise. “Huh?” “I mean why are you staying with these our enemies and these pathetic humans? You should build your own pack.”, I picked Lily in my arms while hearing Aurora’s nonsense at the same thing. “Build my own pack?”, I chuckled. “Have you ever heard that an Omega ruled a werewolf pack?”, I asked in a sarcastic tone. “Omega?”, One of the men asked in surprise, on which I nodded my head.

I try to. I am an animal. I am not Mara.