A/N: I'll admit that this is a slightly experimental piece. Based upon several thoughts I've had about the fact that you never really read about the downsides of being a werewolf. Thus, this story was born.

Comments/criticism? I'd be glad to hear what you think of it so far.

Prologue

Werewolves. There are probably close to half a dozen books and films that have featured them to have been released and published already. Legends of werewolves have been around for centuries. But there’s one thing that bothers us. In the few movies we’ve seen, and books we’ve read, not one of them has ever mentioned the downsides to being a werewolf.

Oh yeah, they mention that werewolves can jump higher and are faster than normal humans, and that the only way they can be killed is with a silver bullet. But do they ever mention things like being on heat, or taking a whizz on a tree or lamp post? No, they do not.

I used to think that being a werewolf would be exciting. And, in a certain way, it is. But sometimes I wish that they’d told us there would be certain aspects of the wolf's nature that isn’t quite so appealing to the average human.

The pack I run in is small, only five of us all together, and we’re all around the same age, which makes us easy targets for some of the bigger and older packs of werewolves whom roam around the city. Usually, we give as good as we get, but sometimes, we can get soundly beaten. Which sucks sometimes, as then we have to poke around in bins for food, and that doesn’t really please any of us.

Maybe it’s because we’re more in touch with our ‘inner wolves’ as Rosie likes to call them, but we do seem to be more aware of what we’re feeling.

It was after one rather nasty fight that we, amazingly enough, managed to win, and we were lying about, licking our wounds, when Max suggested that maybe we should write a book on the less well known side of werewolf culture. I have to say that I didn’t really think much of the suggestion at first, since it seemed a little redundant, if I might say so. Plus I did point out that as we were the smallest pack, the new werewolves weren’t likely to pay much attention to us. Rosie disagreed however. She thought that if we did write this book, then it would very probably contain some good advice. Plus, it would give those “mother-fudging sons of marshmallows,” her words, not mine, a wake up call, and make them realise that we did, in fact, know what we were talking about.

Slowly, the three of us whom weren’t that sure about the whole thing, Tom, Becca and Jayden, that’s me, were convinced that we could do this.

So, that’s pretty much how the idea for this book came about. A random suggestion thrown about, argued on and fought about, before it was decided that each of us would write a chapter based on an actual experience that we’ve had.

Hopefully, it’ll give whomever reads it a better idea of what being a werewolf is really like.