Anissa Walker Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf ...or how one date changed my life forever. After a harrowing night, Angie returns to her room to collect her thoughts, but the night isn't done with her yet. Chapter 9: Dear Diary
Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf

Dear Diary

Chapter 9 Dear Diary, It’s day number four after the date that changed my life. It’s still a mixed bag. I mean. On one hand, I am no longer with my parents who tried to control every aspect of life and beat me if I didn’t live up to their standards, but on the other… Continue reading Dear Diary

Anissa Walker Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf... or how one date changed my life forever. After her first day of training, Angie is finding that growing pains are one thing but scars are another. Chapter 8: Unknown Factors
Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf

Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf: Unknown Factors

Chapter 8... Angie walked to the showers after her first day of training. Her body stiffened and she felt an urge to growl and started to scratch. She forced herself to Jade’s room and pounded on the door. Jade rose from her chair and opened the door. She stepped aside and allowed Angie to enter.… Continue reading Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf: Unknown Factors

Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf... or how one date changed my life forever. After a conversation on the phone which leaves Gloria soured, someone is dispatched to the warehouse to get Angie. Who is Lorn? Why doesn't she want him to get Angie? Read on and find out. Chapter Two: Lorn
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Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf: Chapter Two

Lorn Gloria picked up the saw anew when her phone sounded. “Hello?” “Is the werewolf awake yet, Gloria?” “Yes, she is in the shower now, trying to find out the moment she may have been turned, why?” “She’s not the only one.” Gloria rolled her eyes, “Of course, she’s not the only werewolf, chief. If… Continue reading Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf: Chapter Two

Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf

Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf: Chapter One

Where am I? The cold air made her eyes flutter open. She was cold. The metal beams and ductwork in the ceiling made her squint her eyes as she pushed into a sitting position. Her hand landed on someone's skin. She looked at the place her hand had been and recoiled. It was an arm,… Continue reading Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf: Chapter One