Chapter 1: Prologue


    When I was ten years old, a drunk driver crashed into my father''s car. They said it was so bad people


    had a hard time telling where the drunk''s car ended and my father''s began. Dad died instantly, so they


    say, and Mom devastated. For a while, I thought I might lose her too.


    Eventually, Mom got better, well sort of. She stopped starving herself and acting like a somewhat


    normal person. Notughing or smiling, Mom seemed more like a walking ghost. That is until she met


    Harry Ford. They met in Minnesota while Mom did extra training for her job and they started dating.


    Finally, she went back to Mom before Dad''s death. Only one little hitch about this whole boyfriend thing


    though. Harry wasn''t exactly human.


    When they got serious Harry revealed his secret to my mom. Somehow, he missed the fact that Mom


    sucks eggs at keeping secrets. Not even five minutes passed before she told me. Luckily for Harry, I


    can keep secrets. You see, Harry''s a werewolf. I know what you''re thinking — run this guy is totally


    crazy! That''s exactly what I told Mom, so she convinced Harry to do the whole change into a wolf in


    front of me.


    As cool as the whole shift thing was, I found it also disturbing. I mean, what is not disturbing about your


    mom''s boyfriend stripping down to his boxers in front of you? Oh, the icing on the whole cake?


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    Apparently, he and Mom were destined to be. Mates, he said, and wanted us toe live with him in


    Minnesota.


    As cool as the whole shift thing was, I found it also disturbing. I mean, what is not disturbing about your


    mom''s boyfriend stripping down to his boxers in front of you? Oh, the icing on the whole cake?


    Apparently, he and Mom were destined to be. Mates, he said, and wanted us toe live with him in


    Minnesota.


    Now, Harry made Mom happy without a doubt so I figured I would overlook his canine inclination and


    didn''t balk at moving. Besides, I had nothing keeping me there in Chatham. After Dad died, I lost all my


    friends. The worst seemed to be over, and in all truth, what did I have to lose, right?


    As it turns out, I had a lot to lose, and the worst was far from over. This is the story of how my one


    simple n get out alive was torn to shreds and stomped into the ground.