Beginnings (The Trifectus Series - Book One) by Logan Byrne Page B

and their history,” said Mr. Quigley enthusiastically.
    The entire class groaned as he fumbled with the disc. 
    “I know how much you guys would rather hear my beautiful voice instead, but this is important.  With the recent spotting I thought it only fitting to show you more about them,” he said.
    He dimmed the lights as the movie started playing.  It was an older movie, one that hadn’t been updated in years.
    “The werewolves are an ancient species that we know much about.  It is rumored that they come from a shamanistic people.  They originated in most of Europe, their presence feared by all.  Normal men would take the shape of vicious wolves and hunt the livestock and the people with no regard for their lives.  Men would be consumed by their new powers and wouldn’t be able to control their thoughts or urges once they transformed.  Many werewolves found that they could make packs, which is a group or family of werewolves living and hunting together.  Their power is drawn from the moon and would be amplified by the higher number they had in their packs.  Their strength and speed would increase, and the killings would also rise.  Werewolves couldn’t be hunted by mortal men, and only had one enemy: the vampires.  It is rumored that they used to live in peace, in harmony.  Then a vicious attack by the wolves prompted the vampires to retaliate and they have been locked in combat ever since.  It is even said if you are lucky enough to slay a werewolf and wear his pelt, you will take on some of his powers and attributes.  Werewolves are near impossible to detect in their mortal forms.  Next time you are out at night and you hear a howl, be careful.  You never know what, or who, will be running out of the woods next.”
    “As you see, class,” Mr. Quigley said, “werewolves are both remarkable and dangerous.  You need to always exercise caution and never approach a wild werewolf.  They are known to attack on sight and will never show mercy.”
    I looked over to see Cara shifting a little in her seat.  I could tell she was uneasy.  She looked as though she thought everybody knew her secret: that she was a werewolf.  I watched her squirm, wondering if she knew what her mate had become.
    As Mr. Quigley went on with his lesson, I couldn’t help but watch Cara.  She was fidgeting as if she wanted just to burst out of the classroom and leave.  She wasn’t acting as if she was scared someone would find her out anymore.  She was acting as if she needed to tell someone something. 
    The bell rang and I watched her push her way out of the class.  I followed her from afar as I saw her find and approach Derek.  She pulled him aside and started talking to him.
    “We can’t do this anymore,” she said.
    “What do you mean?  Do what?” he replied.
    “Be here, in this school.  They just played a movie about werewolves and I think they are on to us,” she said frantically.
    “Relax,” he said.  “I am sure you are over-reacting.  With the spotting yesterday we have to be even more careful than before.”
    When I heard her say that, I walked away.  They were the wolves.  They recruited other wolves to go with them and terrorize the city.  They were turning wild and now Cara was scared that people would find out and try to capture them. 
    I decided I was going to try to talk to James again at lunch.  He was too quick to put the idea aside earlier, but now I had proof.  I knew they were going to try to do this again and I didn’t want to see someone get hurt. 
    As the day progressed, I got impatient.  I just wanted to get to James and warn him of the impending doom that was headed our way.  I couldn’t stop thinking about what Cara had said and how she acted, either.  Why would she do this?  Why would THEY do this?  Couldn’t they just control their urges and leave somewhere? 
    As lunch approached, I didn’t have eating in mind: just James.  I saw him sitting there at the