Lauren Sommers is a sixteen-year old girl who was Turned to a werewolf by her father when she was twelve. Fast-forward to four years later, and this young teenager has a lot more than school work to worry about. She begins to find out hidden secrets about her parentage when a new presence is introduced into her life in the form of a werewolf boy. Things take a turn for the worse as she is captured by her manic father and subsequently finds out that her mother whom she'd thought was dead is still alive, wasting away in the depths of a science lab. Lauren's story and many others are entwined in this fast-paced werewolf story: Fangs and Fur!
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My name is Evelyn Carter, and I am 28 years old.
Adrian and I have been married for six years. While today is our anniversary, a cause for celebration and joy, ironically, it's also the worst day of my life. Today, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer.My specialist reviewed my test results today, and he broke the frightening news as kindly as he could.
Sitting across from the doctor, my eyes grew wide with apprehension. I held my hands clenched tightly on his desk, as questions tumbled through my mind. Stunned, words eluded me.
He continued. “And so, Evelyn, it’s urgent that you check in for treatment, starting today. There is no time for delay.”
My thoughts were fragmented. Treatment? Cancer?
I shook my head. “No! I can’t. You don’t understand. Today is our anniversary. I need to be with my husband. Perhaps… tomorrow?”
Adrian’s smiling face filled my mind. I wanted us to celebrate. I had even bought him a luxury watch, his favorite brand, as a gift.
Little did I know, today would be the beginning of a nightmare.Somehow, I found my way home. Stowed in my tote was the gift for Adrian, nestling next to the damning medical results. Ironically, they represented two different futures for me, entire worlds apart.
I stumbled inside, through the front door, fighting through the pain. As soon as I walked in, I noticed a pair of high-end heels in the entryway.
Why would there be stray women's heels in our house?Throughout our marriage, Adrian and I always had a strong relationship. I had never suspected him of doing anything behind my back. So, when I saw the familiar coat, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was our little son, Liam's, kindergarten teacher's coat.
But why would Liam's teacher be here? I frowned. That was odd. Taking my medical records out of the bag, I pressed them into my pocket before putting on my house slippers. Even this simple action left me feeling weak. I went into the living room. There was no-one about. With today being a special day, I had given our domestic staff the day off. I had planned for it to just be us, our little family, together to celebrate. That was before. Before my doctor’s appointment, when my world came crashing down.The large house felt eerily empty, as I headed for the study.
“Stop it!” A woman’s soft voice was audible, from down the hallway. A teasing, playful voice.
I froze at the door to the study, hearing the voices inside.“Are you willing to lose? Can’t you take the bet?” A man’s voice followed. It was Adrian. What bet? Why were they speaking so intimately? I stood silently at the door, not daring to open it, listening carefully. The door was almost fully closed, but not quite. Through the crack, I could see inside. Normally, there only a typical study, simply decorated with a desk and a bookshelf filled with professional books. But what was seared into my brain was the sight of Adrian, sitting closely beside Vivian, Liam’s kindergarten teacher. Adrian’s smile was gentle and affectionate, and the look in his eyes as he gazed at Vivian was filled with tenderness and devotion. That was a look he had never shown me!“Adrian! You’re married! How could I kiss you?” Vivian playfully lowered her gaze, a smile tugging at her lips
Who she’s going to kiss? Those words exploded in my mind like fireworks. My brain went numb, unable to process what I was hearing. No, this couldn’t be true! Could I have heard wrong?Adrian wouldn't let her kiss him… would he?
I moved closer, my eyes fixed on them through the crack in the door, praying that I had misheard.Then, I heard my little boy’s voice. “If Miss Vivian loses, she has to kiss Daddy and then me too!” Liam said, standing beside them.
My heart almost broke. He was just a small child and probably didn’t understand the full meaning of the game. “Alright, alright, Daddy first, then it's your turn!” Vivian said, with feigned reluctance. Then she leaned in and placed a light kiss on Adrian’s chiseled cheek. Her soft auburn curls brushed his face.I was stunned that Adrian didn’t stop her, making no move to avoid the intimate contact. We had always treated each other with respect during our marriage. I had never imagined he would do such a thing. The awful scene unfolding, shocked me beyond words.
Yet, worse was to come. Adrian pulled Vivian in closer. His look of pleasure struck me like a lightning bolt. Why had he never looked at me like that?His lips sought hers and they locked in a kiss. Vivian initially resisted, but soon surrendered. The kiss deepened, prolonged, passionate.
Liam appeared overjoyed. “Yeah Dad kissed her! Miss Vivian can be my new mom!” he cried.
Adrian and Vivian relaxed and smiled at Liam as he danced around them.
“My mom won’t let me eat fried chicken, or burgers, but Miss Vivian lets me have whatever I want. I want you to be my new mom!” he told her.
Liam’s words cut into me like daggers. He has asthma and a frail constitution, and I’ve always followed medical advice to control his diet. His asthma dictates what food he can safely eat, so to ensure his meals were nutritious and delicious, I took a nutritionist course. But both he and his father love junk food and fast food, so I’m always fighting an uphill battle.
I had no idea he would hate me this much. But then, he’s just a child — of course he would prefer someone who lets him eat tasty food, I consoled myself.
“Alright, Adrian, don’t. Not in front of Liam,” Vivian said, pushing Adrian away, pretending to be shy.
Adrian let go of her, brushing his thumb over her lips. “Don’t you like it?”
She hesitated but her eyes gave away everything.
“I’ll settle things with that woman soon, I promise. Once the company stabilizes, I’ll divorce her and marry you. Liam wants you as his mom, too,” Adrian said, holding her hands tenderly I struggled to breathe. Tears slid down my face, but more than anything, I felt a tearing rage.The sight stopped Lauren in her tracks.The room was massive, its walls lined with industrial shelves and crates. But it wasn’t the size or the clutter that made her freeze.It was the wolves. Dozens of them, filling the space, their eyes glowing with an unnatural red light. Each one snarled and snapped, their lips pulled back to reveal razor-sharp teeth. Lauren had forgotten just how terrified she was of these animals. She'd never seen so many of her father’s creations in one place before. These weren’t ordinary wolves. They were rabid, their movements jerky and their stares too focused.“They’re waiting for something,” Aiden muttered under his breath, stepping slightly in front of her. Lauren’s throat was dry. “Yeah,” she whispered. “A signal from my father to attack us.”The wolves didn’t attack, but their growls deepened as another sound entered the room: a door creaking open. Lauren and Aiden turned sharply toward it.From a side entrance, Dr. Makovsky stepped into view, wipin
"Wait!"Lauren stopped suddenly in front of a small building that was a bar. The bar in question was different. Its windows were dark, and the sign above the door was faded and cracked, barely legible in the faint glow of a streetlamp.“Aiden,” she whispered, tugging his arm. “Circle back.”He frowned but followed her lead, doubling back until they stood in front of the bar. Lauren pressed her face against the glass, squinting to get a better look inside.There was only one person inside, a lone barman. He was wiping down a glass, his round face glistening with sweat under the dim lights. The place was empty. No patrons, no music, not even a hint of life. “This doesn’t feel right,” Lauren muttered.Aiden glanced at her. “It’s Perkins. Nothing here feels right.”Lauren ignored him. How could this bar be empty when the rest of the town was practically bursting at the seams with music and alcohol? It made no sense.“I’m going in,” she said abruptly, already placing her hand on the door.
Running as a wolf was exhilarating. The forest blurred past Lauren, trees and shadows twisting together into a single dark ribbon. She felt the earth under her paws, the wind streaking through her fur, the thundering of her pack all around her. It had been so long since she last did something like this, and for a few brief, wild moments, it was easy to forget why they were running in the first place.Eric.Aiden ran beside her, his sleek black wolf larger and faster than the others. His golden eyes flicked toward her, and for a split second, Lauren thought she saw something in them. Determination, maybe. Or worry. Whatever it was, it pushed her to run harder.Soon the edge of the forest came into view. Perkins was never much to look at. It was a grimy little town with cracked pavement and neon signs that flickered like they were running on borrowed time.Lauren shifted back into her human form first, and walked around to thaw herself out. She wiggled her fingers that were stiff from t
Lauren stepped outside, frowning when she saw Beth and her mother, Katherine, hovering near the doorway, clearly listening in. She folded her arms and asked, “What exactly are you two doing out here?”Beth and Katherine exchanged a sheepish look. “We were…just curious,” Katherine admitted, glancing away.Beth nodded, her voice quieter as she added, “We wanted to know what was going on. It sounded…serious.”Before Lauren could respond, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see Mike emerging from the room, looking more relaxed than he had a moment ago. Katherine noticed him as well and asked, “Is everything okay now?”Mike nodded. “It’s fine for now, but we need to focus on stopping Dr. Makovsky for good.”Lauren’s stomach tightened. Just the mention of that name was enough to make her blood boil. But before she could reply, she heard something—a series of voices and footsteps coming from outside the house. Her heart jumped, and without a word, she moved quickly toward the front
Mike sat in silence for minutes, while Lauren waited. His face was shadowed by more than exhaustion; it was weighed down by something that couldn’t be spoken aloud. She’d been around him long enough to know his moods, but this was different. This was heavy and dark. “So, you found him,” she prompted. She tried to keep her voice steady, almost afraid of setting him off. "Did he...did Scott recognize you?"Mike didn’t respond at first. His hands clenched together on the table, knuckles white. “He wasn’t...he wasn’t Scott anymore.”Lauren bit her lip, not sure of what to say. She knew what he was hinting at but was terrified to hear it. “Mike… are you saying he was—?”“Rabid,” he finished, voice cold, clipped. “I went there to ask him for help, and I found... a monster. A wolf that wanted nothing but to tear me apart. And the worst part? I could see him—Scott. My friend. My best friend… just trapped, like a ghost, in those cursed red eyes.”Lauren reached for him, her fingers hovering n
Lauren paced in Beth's living room, her footsteps echoing off the walls as she wrung her hands. She kept glancing between the clock and the front door. "Lauren, this room is too small for your pacing." Beth groaned. "You're making me sick just looking at you.""They should be back by now," Lauren muttered aloud, then turned to Beth. "Right? They should be back by now!"Her mother, seated on the couch beside Beth, gave her a comforting look, but it did little to ease Lauren's anxiety. "Maybe they're just taking time to rally the wolves. Things like this take time, Lauren," her mother said softly, though Lauren could tell she was concerned as well.Lauren scoffed and walked the length of the living room again. "For them to be taking this long, something must've gone wrong," she replied, glancing down at her wristwatch. The hands pointed to nine p.m., and she felt the knot of dread tightening in her stomach. Every minute that ticked by felt like a countdown she couldn't control.Without
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