Chase's point of view:
I lay on my bed looking up to the ceiling wondering why I can't get the dog out of my head. She's not a werewolf, so why does it bother me? I groan rubbing my hands down my face. I know there is something different about her, yet something familiar about her. What though?
My door bursts open, and I don't bother to look and see who it is. I know it's my brother because I can smell him. "Dad wants to talk to you." He says before he walks away. I groan sitting up on my bed. Why would he want me? I'm just a disgrace to him. I'm not a killer like him or Mervin.
I get up and hurry to my father's office. I get to the door and run a hand through my hair. Before I open the door my mom does smiling at me. "Chase, come on in. How are you?" She says trying to hug me. I hug he
