The Next Year Of Wolves
A YEAR AFTER I WAS TURNED.
He had us conjugating French verbs. Even if I hadn't been expecting it, I would have guessed that something was going to happen, what with a boring lesson like that! I'm surprised that more didn't guess it was going to happen. It happens the same time every year. The lycanthropes come and turn roughly four kids per class, with the help of those turned the year before. Well those who haven't been found out yet, and remain at the school. Last year? I was turned. Well, Me, Cal, Jessie and Dylan. We four are the werewolves from our class. And yes. I said werewolves. Lycanthropes is a fancy way of saying werewolves.
Anyway, Mr Karilding (Ka-ril-d-ing) was just passing out some sheets, on which we were supposed to put the verbs into certain forms ( I, You(Singular), He/She, We, You(Plural), They), when the distant wolf-howls rang out. Immediately, we four lycanthropes leapt to our feet. While Dylan secured the door to the classroom, Jessie, Cal and I raced out into the hallways. We weren't far away from our class when we heard Dylan cry out. Jessie suddenly stopped.
"You go ahead. I'm going back to help Dylan." He told us, before racing back towards the classroom.
Cal and I ran on, and reached the main entrance. Cal looked at me and I nodded to her, knowing what she was thinking. While I stayed to guard the main doors, she raced into the reception, to make sure that non of the receptionists escaped or rang anyone for help. A couple of minutes later, I saw Mr Karilding running towards me. He must have escaped when we hears Dylan cry out. As he got closer, I changed into my wolf form, and pounced. Down he went, my claws at his throat, an ally the while I was growling at him...
