1: ONE YEAR LATER

ONE YEAR LATER - AUGUST 23RD 2014

It was close to 10 pm, and the werewolf king watched as Katherine and her friend Cheryl got ready for their night out to their favourite club. He couldn't stop thinking about the brown-haired beauty ever since he went out for a run late one night a couple of months ago, and his wolf caught her scent. It was the most unique scent a person could have.

Sardines and tuna.

He managed to stay hidden behind the bushes directly below Katherine's bedroom window, and he listened to the sweet giggles she made while she spoke to her blue-haired friend. His werewolf ears stood like antennas as he eavesdropped on their conversation. It was the last Saturday before the girls' senior year of high school began and Katherine just wanted to let loose and be the awesome gal she was.

“I just wanna fuck,” Katherine whined to Cheryl as she buckled her bra. The werewolf growled angrily when he heard what she said. A piece of him wanted to jump through the window and drag her off to his cabin far into the woods, but he quickly swallowed his anger. He knew if she was around him, it would only put her in danger, and he didn't want that. So his body calmed as he continued to listen.

“I keep telling you that if you want some, I can give it to you 69 style,” Cheryl teased as she winked at her best friend, wiggling her tongue playfully at her. The werewolf grunted.

Katherine met Cheryl back in 9th grade after Cheryl moved to Quebec, Canada from Australia. Katherine was being manhandled by the school's queen bitch, and Cheryl stepped in and punched the whore out. The two girls had been joint at the hips ever since.

“Cherry, quit fucking around. You know I've been killer horny lately,” Katherine sighed. “The guy I met last weekend — umm, what's his name again? Barry or maybe Larry, shit I can’t remember his name, but he just didn't do it for me—Maybe I just need to meet the right guy.”

AWOOOO! A loud howl ripped through the silent night, startling the girls. The werewolf was pissed, how dare this Barry or Larry touched her. How dare he sampled what rightfully belonged to him. He told himself if he ever got his paws on this filthy guy, his head would roll, literally. It howled again, louder this time.

“What the hell was that?” Katherine asked as she grabbed onto her friend.

Even though Cheryl knew exactly what it was. She didn't want to scare her friend, so she brushed it off. “For fuck's sake, it's just a Coyote,” Cheryl released Katherine. “Plus, why torture yourself, Kitty? There is no such thing as the right guy, maybe the right time, but no right person. So just fuck and be done with it. Try to have some fun while you do it, too.” Cheryl scoffed as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her fingers ran along the claw marks that decorated her neck. The red marks reminded her of how close she came to death a year ago on that cold and rainy night. Her parents offered to pay for cosmetic surgery to lessen the scarring, but Cheryl refused. The scars were both a source of pride for what she had overcome and a roadmap of where she needed to go. She told no one apart from her family what happened that night. All the police and her friends know was that a wild wolf attacked her after Cassandra wounded it with her car. Cheryl tried to blink away the memories as she secured the leather choker around her neck. She gulped, and then she turned to see an amused-looking Katherine staring at her.

“OK, I guess I'll just continue screwing everything that breathes like you,” Katherine told her truthfully.

Cheryl walked up to a small table in the room. “I don't go around fucking everything that breathes,” she snagged a lollipop from a jar and unwrapped it. “I have a few sex dolls, and they don't breathe now, do they?” She sucked on the candy seductively, and Katherine rolled her eyes.

“You're such a freaky bitch,” Katherine giggled, slapping her in the head with a pillow.

“Damn right, I am. Now, are you ready to celebrate your 18th birthday tonight?” Cheryl squealed.

“Of course I am! You think Mitch will be there?” Katherine asked, checking her wristwatch for the time. “Where the fuck is Cassie? She should have been here by now.”

“I don't know where Cassie could be,” Cheryl barely let out. “And yeah, I heard from a source that Mitch will definitely be at the Blue Bird Club later,” Cheryl announced.

“Really? Then let me wear my 'fuck me pumps then'.” Katherine squeezed her breasts suggestively while she pictured Mitch’s head between them.

“Calm down Kitty. That Gretchen slut will be there, plus he has never even acknowledged you for the four years you've been attending the same school.” Cheryl didn’t like Mitch for personal reasons plus he seemed to only have eyes for Gretchen, the school bitch.

“That's not true. He spoke to me on the last day of school last term.” Katherine's eyes sparkled with admiration.

“Yeah, I remember. He told you to move outta his way while he gave that whore, Gretchen a piggyback ride.” Cheryl shook her head. “Why do you like him? He's such an asshole.”

“I don't care. I just want to look at Mitch a few more times. This is our final year of high school, and I know I may not see him again after graduation,” Katherine pouted.

“You poor love-struck fool.” Cheryl shook her head in disappointment.

“Goddammit, where the hell is Cassie?” Katherine seethed. She grabbed her phone and opened the window to her bedroom, which was on the second floor. “And why is it so fucking hot tonight?” She questioned. She was just about to dial Cassandra's number, but then Katherine saw her pulling up out the front. “Finally! Took you long enough,” Katherine shouted down below.

Cassandra flipper her the middle finger and yelled, "Just get your fucking ass down here!"

“Jeez, this girl is so aggressive,” Kitty mumbled to herself.