Rebecca
The rain is pissing down from the clouded sky, and loud thunder illuminates the entire place.
Where the heck am I?
A block?
Mansions line up the street, and cars are parked next to the curb. Shiny black metal and fancy-looking headlights catch my attention.
Oh. I'm back in the modern era?
I'm not sure if that is good or bad news.
I squint in the rain. Nicely tended gardens and colorful bicycles outside most homes tell me rich people with kids live here.
My stomach gurgles in response to that. Maybe some family will be friendly enough to let me come inside?
I wander forward.
I have no memory of where I came from. My past is a total mystery, and so are the bruises on my arms, but there are five major things I know about myself.
One: I'm a lycan.
Two: I have a strange po
