Please Teach Me How To Be A Werewolf

f validating their reality are conspicuously absent. Could they merely be the imaginative creations of ancient

ng a full moon. However, the reality is quite the opposite. Being a werewolf is, in fact, a

to escape poverty. It was there that I met Gwenevere Eriksson, a remarkable friend with a mixed Swedish and Filipino heritage. Her light br

he many commonalities we shared. It feels like she's my soulmate. I never

er mansion, citing her loneliness. For over three years, I've

Second, men in suits often linger around the school and Gwen's residence. This doesn't appear to concern her, leading me to believe she might be of royal lineage, g

made it clear she wanted me gone and never to see my face again. This deeply hurt me, as I

ent for a week, supposedly due to

n. Eliana, isn't Gwen your best friend?

same time she evicted me, she stopped attendin

, she's alone at home with no one to care for her. The whereabouts of

n, the flatscreen TV cracked, and even the wooden chairs were broken. Panic surged within me; I sensed that Gwen w

ace buried between her thighs. She appeared physically unharmed but was undeniabl

? Are you alright?"

et her eyes. The once brown orbs

s before me, sinking h

e? Is Gwen