All Chapters of How To Survive Werewolves: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I woke up this morning and was informed by my father that it is Friday. I do not know how many days I skipped. At this point, the author is doing the bare minimum. But, this is at the bottom of the list of all my problems. I have to do tryouts if I want to join the cheerleading squad and I need to do it as soon as possible. I understand why Miss T said to do tryouts since it would be unfair to the girls who did not make the squad if I just join without tryouts. I have to find Cora to arrange everything for the tryouts this afternoon, but I cannot find her. Where on earth can she be? I went to her classes to check whether she was there, but she was not there and she was also not in the restroom. I saw her this morning, talking to Oliver, which means that she was at school. Something is going on with the two of them. Oliver is going to break up with her if they continue like this. They fight over the dumbest things and Oliver might like another girl. He talked to a girl on the phone

My father sits on the couch in the living room. He takes a sip from his tea while he reads an ancient book, a strange symbol on the cover. It seems like something a werewolf book would have. Does Kate's father know something about the werewolves? Not in the original book, but so much has changed, I cannot be certain. Rushed footsteps can be heard from my parents' room. My mother is in there, getting dressed for their date night. "Well, someone looks quite handsome," I joke when I fall next to my dad. He lets out a warm laugh and puts the book down. "I tried my best. You think your mother will like it?" He stands up and turns to show off his whole outfit. I can't help but laugh as I nod my head. I stretch my legs out in front of me, grunting when they cramp. I am starting to doubt that I will be able to make it through a whole night parading around the fair. "Mum is going to love the new suit." He grins and picks up the book, his eyes scanning for his place. "Where are you going to

A cold sensation on my arm wakes me from my sleep. I groan, keeping my eyes closed as I try to figure out where I am. I turn around and adjust the blanket but freeze when I feel something stirring next to me. I take a moment to figure out where I am. The heat from Jake enfolds me and my breath catches in my throat. We both must have fallen asleep during the movie, but I don't know how we ended up like this. My hand rests against his chest and my head rests on his shoulder. How did we end up like this? I bury my face in the crook of his neck. A soft snore escapes his mouth and I smile slightly. I shift closer to Jake. I could stay like this for quite a while. The coldness touches my arm again and I turn my head as slowly as possible away from Jake's warmth. Who is that? I blink as I try to get used to the darkness. "Kate, wake up." I recognize the voice. "Allison?" I whisper. What the hell does she want? "Come, I want to show you something," she whispers and walks to the door. I

I hear footsteps shuffling in the distance. With a lot of determination, I manage to open my eyes. I am in a different room, one that looks like a bedroom. Where am I? I am not going to give myself false hope like the last time. This has to be Jake's room because I don't recognize the room from anywhere else. The footsteps stop in front of the closed door and I notice the shadow beneath the door. I open my mouth to call out but my voice is barely a whisper. My mouth is dry which causes me to burst out into a coughing fit. The door swings open and it is Wes who rushes through the door. I didn't know he was a werewolf. I thought he was one of the normal kids from school. Who is left at that school who is an actual human? "Kate, can you hear me?" he asks as he hands me a glass of water. I nod my head as slowly as possible and he lets out a relieved sigh. "I thought you weren't going to make it." I laugh and scratch my eyebrow. "Have a bit more faith in me. You're not getting rid of m

Loud sobs wake me from my sleep. I open my eyes with a struggle, sighing deeply. I look around the dark room and try to remember where I am. Another sob pulls me back to my room, Kate’s room, and I shoot up. The pain in my shoulder serves as a reminder of what happened. The tearing pain causes me to groan. Why did I not die? “No, please.” Jake? I sit on my knees on the bed and search for him between the covers and blankets. My hands touch warmth and I grip his arm. “Jake,” I whisper. He lets out another silent cry, followed by the rapid shaking of his head. I lean over him to reach my nightstand and switch on the small lamp. When I sit back, I notice Jake’s tear-stained cheeks. Was he crying? He shakes his head again. He is having a nightmare. “Jake, wake up,” I say, louder this time while tapping his arm. It looks like he is captured inside the nightmare, unable to escape. I tap his chest while calling his name, hoping he would wake up. His hand shoots out to grab my arm and he