My Story

Chapter 1

Amelia was born into a family of four. I was the youngest and had only one older brother named Ethan. My father's name is Brown Smith, and my mother is Emma Brown. They live together in harmony without any fights or quarrels.

My parents got married at an early age. Brown Smith married at the age of 21, and Emma at the age of 18, and they gave birth to beautiful and handsome children. Ethan loves reading books, especially werewolf stories. He is so fond of werewolf stories that he always tells me he wants to become a werewolf. However, I am not interested in such things because I don't love reading books. I love painting and have always wished to become an artist. However, I have a stubborn attitude and can argue with people. I believe that werewolves do not exist.

My parents love each other so much that they never leave each other for long because they are used to each other. I always pray to have a husband like my dad because he is very nice, handsome, loving, tall, and has a broad chest. I think this is what attracted my mom to my dad, but I have never asked her about it.

There are some things I cannot forget when it comes to my family because they are so funny and unforgettable. My mom is the most Godly person in our family, and she wakes everyone up for devotion in the morning. We all sleepwalk except for her, and we laugh when she tells us how we perform when she wakes us up. My dad speaks many languages, and I miss hearing him speak.

However, there is a day I will never forget, a day that brought so much sadness and heartbreak. It was the day I rolled in a pool of blood, crying. We were going on a tour to see some new things, and my dad always told Ethan and i about a rock that produces honey. I was so eager to see it because I knew I would be able to taste natural honey, but I didn't know I was going to taste natural sadness.

On a Saturday morning around 9 am, we left Cape City, where we live, to Maloka to see the rock that flows with honey. However, on the border of Maloka, our car lost control and we had brake failure. It was so sad that it was the day I lost all my family. I was the only one that survived that tragic accident, and I was covered in blood, especially my mom's blood. I cried because I was the only one who survived that brutal accident. I was there for about 20 minutes before a man walked up to our car and decided to help me out.

He took me to his house, and as a seven-year-old, I was still very young. The man's name was Noah, and he was a werewolf slayer who had brought down more than 100 werewolves. His house was located in a forest in the south of Maloka, and it was a bungalow. He took me to his bathroom to have a bath, but I refused because I couldn't cope or live without my family. They were the best family to me, and I didn't care about anyone else's opinion. I remembered how we smiled and laughed together, and now I had been left alone.

I came out of the bathroom crying because I wanted to go back to the spot where I lost my family. However, Noah drew me back and said, "Can you hear me? Where I carried you from, you can be killed there because there are lots of hungry werewolves out there, and if they see you, you're in trouble. I hope you can stay calm and not cry again. When Noah told me about those hungry werewolves, I was scared and it made me think of Ethan again. I started crying because without my family, I am nothing. I can't do anything without the people I'm used to being around for so long.

Day after day, month after month, I never forget the faces of the people I love, trust, and care about. But I don't cry like that anymore, though I still cry.

When I started living with Noah, I had to develop some hobbies, like reading. That was when I found a book in Noah's house about werewolves. I was nervous and scared, thinking Noah might be a werewolf. But as I read the book, I discovered many things about werewolves: their weaknesses, what they like, and what they hate.

When I got to a chapter in the book about werewolf slayers, I learned that there are people who actually hunt werewolves. I found out about many tools and weapons used by werewolf slayers to hunt werewolves, such as silver-tipped bullets, wolf's bane, and many more. I noticed that Noah had most of these hunting materials in his house, so I began to wonder if he was a werewolf slayer." I noticed i was asking myself