Moonwalkers

Prolog:

I can't stay here anymore. If I stay with my family I will only put them at risk of getting hurt by my new enemies or even by me as I still learn to control myself. I love my foster parents to much to put them through any type of pain of what I've become.

Tears begin to fill my eyes as I pack up the last of my belongs in the suite cases. It was nearly 1 A.M. Both of them are still fast a sleep in their beds so they can't stop me from leaving, because I knew they would do everything in their power to stop me. I open my second story window with bags in hand and jump to the ground below with the greatest of ease.

Ethan was sitting in his green Dodge pick-up truck that was parked out in front of the house. I took one look back at the house. Only a month ago I just got back home. I was welcomed home to the relived of foster my parents to see that I was alive after I had gone missing for nearly five weeks in the woods around Moose Head Lake. I really wasn't missing, just lost in a sense. Now to just leave once again makes the reunion all too bitter sweet in my memory.

It's not like my parents don't know that I'm leaving I left a note on my bed telling them that I need to be on my own for a while and I would call them when I could, which was the party true. The other part is much worse than that, because now I am different. I am a werewolf.

I open the door of Ethan's truck and toss my bags in the flat bed of his truck and got in. "What took so long?" He asked me putting the truck into drive.

"I just took my time in saying my good bye's is all," I told him wiping the tears that started to fill my eyes once more

"Clare it's going to alright," Ethan tried to consol me as he drove. "This isn't really good bye you know."

Yeah, right like he really knows what it's like to leave a world of happiness behind and go in to one that is a nightmare. He doesn't even know what it's like on the other side of the fence, because he was born a werewolf. I was bitten not born.