Novel & Cerita I Was A Teenage Werewolf Lyrics

I whispered my plan to Derick, hoping it would lead us to apprehend our elusive foe. With cautious determination, we approached the broken front door, ready to face whatever awaited us inside. Derick's eyes shifted, revealing his werewolf nature, while I unleashed my own set of razor-sharp fangs. We braced ourselves for a confrontation, but as I swung the door open, our surprise knew no bounds.

I asked with narrowed eyes. “Of course!” She replied with a slightly displeased expression on her face. “I know what a werewolf looks like y'know.” She said. “I am sorry if you feel offended by my doubt but being able to transform at the young age of seven is simply unheard of.” I said with a sigh escaping my lips. “That might be true but I knew what happened to me so I am telling you right now, that I did learn how to control my wolf powers at the age of seven.” She said with a confident look.

How is this my life? Sometimes, it feels like I was a carefree high school student just yesterday, brimming with dreams and the ache of unrequited love for my best friend. Things took a wild turn when she returned from summer camp, eyes sparkling with excitement and nerves, revealing that she was a werewolf and had found her mate in an older man. Yes, I still refer to Logan as an old dude—he’s twelve years older than us.

I heard that all werewolf warriors had something they were good at. I huffed out, walking to the mirror as I stared at my reflection. Few weeks ago, I was just a normal eighteen years old but now I'm a werewolf destined to reunite to great packs together. A slight chuckle escaped from my lips, how was I going to achieve that. This was a heavy burden on my shoulder, I just want to take it off, but I guess I'll have to bear my pain alone. “Micha?” I whispered, staring into the mirror. I felt her stare up but it was weak.

I bury my face between my knees and try to stop the urge to cry like a baby girl. When was it just that my life had gone from shit to worse ? I look down at myself and moan again, this time resignedly. It would probably become an intriguing conversation trying to explain what I am doing naked inside a playhouse. Did you say child molester ? No no, I have just been a werewolf. The clothes, you know, ritch … just like the Hulk. Hell, I have got to get away from here!

"Listen carefully, my son. I want you to know that from today, your life will never remain the same. Your life would have to change to something different and unlike you." "Daddy, what are you saying?" I had asked in confusion. "Shush!!" He said, placing a finger on his lips. "Don't talk, just listen." I nodded my head. "Something terrible happened today. Something that would forever be in your mind, no matter how much you try to let go of it. Today, which is a sacred day in our land, we have been attacked by strangers from another land." "Strangers?" I asked in confusion. He cleared his throat. "They call themselves werewolves, I know you must have heard of them."

This was odd. 'I am you. You are me. We are one.' "One what?!" 'Were. You are human, I am wolf. Together, we are Were.' Fan-freaking-tastic.

I felt like I was dying inside, utterly alone in the world. No one would stand up for me. I was completely on my own. As I stared at him for one last time, tears cascading down my face, I couldn't bear it any longer. Confusion and despair consumed me. I felt an overwhelming urge to escape, to scream until my vocal cords gave out, and I did. I moved away from him, as far as I could and gave out a sharp long cry. How could I have been sold like a piece of property? I wasn't a thing—I was a werewolf.

Unfortunately, It's apparent that during my summer vacation, I will live in the very place that has impacted my life more than words could fathom alone. The dream... the reality of what occurred one fateful night many years ago is bound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hoping that night was really a dream, after all. The night where it all began. The night when I was attacked by a monster... The night I was attacked by a man shifting werewolf. With my legs snuggled against my chest and arms wrapped around them securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window, wincing at the slight pinch of pain that pull

“I don’t have a wolf, I’m wolfless, I’m not with a wolf, I’m a mere human girl, do you get me!!!” “Oh my God!