All Chapters of How To Survive Werewolves: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The alarm rings through my room and I pull the blanket over my head. My shoulder and neck throb, causing me to let out a silent scream. How am I going to get through this day? I stumble out of my bed and yawn loudly. I hear my mother’s voice downstairs and I smile to myself. I have missed her. I am still surprised that I managed to sleep through the whole Sunday. Somewhere last night, I heard my parents coming in. I am still curious about what my dad, well Kate’s dad, does for a living. Inside my walk-in closet, I contemplate what I should wear. The black leather jacket looks appealing, especially with my white jeans and red scarf. Jake would probably not even notice that I am wearing his jacket. I struggle to get my shirt on, but after a few pained groans, I pull my jacket over my shirt. With my trainers in one hand and my phone in the other, I rush down the stairs. I am probably going to be late. “Ah, there she is. We wanted to come say hello last night, but your light was off.

I push the broccoli around on my plate, thoughts racing through my head. I swallow the sigh that wants to escape. I am still trying to process what happened with Jake. The one moment, he spends the night, and then, he tells me to stay away. And the worst of it all is the fact that he was not at school on Tuesday or today (Wednesday, I know. I woke up today and the author informed me it would take too much writing time). None of the werewolves were at school. Not even Allison. Where are they?“Catherine, dear. Are you all right? You are not eating,” my mum says with concern. I look at her and force a smile.“I am just tired,” I lie, and she reaches her hand over the table to me. I take her hand and she squeezes my hand. My dad places his knife and fork on his plate. Oliver has a big assignment and he was with Bianca the whole weekend, so he has to catch up.“Thank you love. It was delicious,” my dad says as he stands up. He gives my mum a kiss on top of her head. He then proceeds to ta

Cora and I are outside Grayson’s house, dancing to “Dog Days Are Over” by someone. I completely forgot about this song, but it has such a nice vibe. We were the first to arrive, but everyone else followed quite quickly.I laugh as Cora sings along, but she is getting the words wrong. We are both hammered.“You guys want another one?” Grayson asks me and Cora. She nods and I think for a moment. I do not want a hangover tomorrow, but I also do not want to be sober tonight. I nod quickly before joining Cora with the dance we have practiced. She smiles at me and I sway my hips to the beat.Grayson hands us both a cup with alcohol in it. I think it is Vodka since it burns going down. I shake my head, scrunching my nose up. Ugh, it tastes bitter. Cora pulls the same face.Grayson and some of the jocks are dancing with us outside since the DJ is stationed outside. It is a bold move on Grayson’s part to have speakers inside and outside of the house. I will run from the police if they show up.

I trail behind the small group, heading to Grayson’s party. I honestly do not know how Wes managed to convince me to go. And then he chickened out because he remembered he had to study for a test. I pull a hand through my hair. I guess Tyler and Allison might need a designated driver back home or a designated walker. Those two are driving me insane. We reach the street of Grayson’s home and the music is booming through the neighborhood. He is going to get the police involved. How can music be this loud? Allison is the first to rush through the small gate on Grayson’s law, but she bumps into Grayson and he spills some, what I can only assume is alcohol, on her dress. Tyler reacts and I let out a loud sigh. Just because it is mating season and these two are beyond horny, does not mean Tyler can fight every male he sees. I push to the front of the crowd, but someone else beat me. “Enough. Honestly, you always have to ruin parties. What is wrong with you?” I see Kate scolding Tyler.

Kate’s POV: I groan, pulling the blanket over my eyes. Ugh, I am never drinking again. What was I thinking? My head is pounding and my stomach makes a funny noise. I knew I would regret drinking, but I still did it. I slowly remove the blanket from my face, groaning again when the light burns my eyes and worsens the pounding in my head. I sigh as I sit up, the pounding causing my vision to blur. I need to get some water into my body. With a determined sigh, I stumble out of bed toward the kitchen. I trudge down the stairs, reaching the kitchen with a worsened headache. I notice my dad and mum sitting at the island in the kitchen, both drinking tea in silence. “Morning,” I say as I enter the kitchen. My dad chuckles at my state while my mum shakes her head in disappointment. “Morning. How was your night?” my dad asks. I flash him a smile before I pour water into one of the larger glasses. “It was fun, but I am not doing it again,” I admit, causing my dad to laugh. I down the gl