Wheatart

I had moved down to California from Canada a couple months ago. Settling in Beacon Hills felt like chance at first, but with all the supernatural craziness I had noticed, I doubted it was that anymore. Plus, there was the whole werewolf thing. They seemed to have mass immigrated here, and I was no different. Oh yeah, I should mention that I’m a werewolf. It happened a couple years back at home. I had been walking home late in the winter. Of course, I cut through the alley. This normally isn’t a problem, but I guess with our town being smaller, it’s easier to let the bigger wildlife in. I think that I had thought it was a moo