It always happens at the worst possible moments, doesn’t it?
There I was, at Max Walker’s party, celebrating his graduation. The house was packed with like the entire senior class and half of all the others. I’d finally gotten Joey Sanchez to myself and he was even touching my hand. It was nice not to be called a freak for once. When he took my hand and took me upstairs, I could hardly feel the steps under my feet. It wasn’t until he walked me into Max’s parents’ room that i realized something wasn’t right. I really should have known, no senior in their right mind would want a freshman like me. The door closed, the lights were low, and we weren’t alone. A few of the other guys who had been on the football team were there in the room, waiting. They’d been playing a little game, one of them would go down stairs, find an unsuspecting freshman and bring her up stairs, usually those that were quite a bit inebriated. I fought, I really did, but with half a dozen of them, what chance did I have.
I woke up just after sun up, clothing out of sorts, my body sore, my head pounding, my nerves on fire. I was in a dark room, the garage, I was dropped in a damned carport. The next half an hour was a bit of a blur, my only clear memory was glancing at a mirror and seeing a massive furry beast looking back, hair died purple like mine, blood dripping from its muzzle.
Once my vision stopped being washed in red, I could see what exactly I had done. All of the football players that were still at the house were gutted or wailing in pain. Several other party goers lay about the house in various states of pain or death. As I stalked through the house, it was then I saw Pikov, watching me from outside. He looked like me; jet black wolf, harsh, savage eyes. It was only when he changed and showed me how to change back, that tings started to feel normal. He took me away from the party, saying that he would have friends handle the, cleanup. We went to the air force base and I found myself among others like me, some of them had just changed, and others have been like that for a while.
I wasn’t alone any more. I may still be a freak, but at least now I am a freak with strength, with power, and with friends.