Chapter 1
I'm stuck. I can't breathe, I can't see, I can't move. I can't even feel my legs. I'm completely alone. There's nothing and no-one left.
My thoughts are all I have now. Ever since I was little, I've pretended that my life was a story. That something controlled my fate. That I was destined to have a happy ending. It was a coping mechanism I guess. This is another situation that I have to cope with, so I'll pretend it's a story. I'll tell it like a story.
So. My story. I guess I should begin with an introduction. My name is Elena, I'm a 15 year old werewolf, and my life started going crazy on the 16th January, 2018.
Before then, my existence was not all that significant. I was a low-ranking wolf of the White Moon Pack, my day-to-day life was repetitive, I had okay grades I guess, and a few friends.
However, I haven't had it easy in life, I was a premature baby, whose parents split up when I was young, and I was bullied in my early life at school. It sounds like I'm whining, but trust me, I'm grateful for what I have. I just figure you should understand my life to understand...me, I guess.
