Dark Wolfe

Ugh, another one.

I mean...*clears throat* hello there. Welcome. It’s nice to meet you, whoever you are. My name is Avalon Wolfe, and this is the tale of my redemption.

Oof, that sounds dramatic.

But seriously, though, it is. Maybe I should start by telling you a little bit about myself.

I was born at a very young age.

Haha, okay fine, I’ll get serious.

At the start of this story, I’m fifteen. I’m currently in high school, and I haven’t really thought of what I’m going to do with myself in the future. I get good grades though, because I spend a lot of time in my room, so what else is there to do?

I like music. I listen to a lot of both girl and boy bands. Equality of the sexes, ya know? I’m fluent in five languages, and I made sure to learn all the swear words first. Apples are my favorite fruit. Watermelons get too many seeds in my mouth, and mangoes have only one seed, which I find really strange. I really love food. Other than studying, I’m usually munching on snacks in my room.

The reason I stay in my room so much? I don’t like people. Probably because people don’t like me. I get bullied a lot, so my room is my safe haven. It’s quiet, like the rest of my house. My parents aren’t around a lot, so I guess I’m neglected too. I’m clearly living the dream, so prepare to be very jealous of my life.

I don’t like cats. Cats don’t like me, either. I’m a werewolf, so I think they can sense the big dog within when they see me, though I’m not sure exactly how that works.

Oh, sorry, did I mention that too casually? Yes, I’m a werewolf. I’m also a bullied nerd and I don’t have any friends.

Up to speed now? Good. You need to keep up better.

This isn’t gonna be your average story. I mean, it is about me, so duh. But there are many other players you’re gonna meet too. I don’t get my redemption all on my own, obviously.

There’s gonna be blood, tears, vomit, stress, toxic relationships, high school students and other psychopathic maniacs, Italian mobsters, celebrities, seductresses, vigilantes, youtubers, rich people, poor people, missing people, dead people...

Basically, my story is not for the faint of heart. You’re proceeding at your own risk. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Still reading? Fine, then. It’s your funeral.

Did I mention that I kill people?