CHAPTER ONE
“What the… Get your hands off of me!” I exclaimed, pulling as hard as I could to get away from the skinny man. Despite his wiry, slender physique, he was very strong. With his hand wrapped tightly around my arm I couldn’t move. Oh God! He must be a member of the WHO group trying to kidnap me, just like they’d tried to kidnap Lisa and Shelby. Breathing hard, I tried to pull away again. Why in a school that boasted close to 30,000 undergrads was there no one nearby to help me, the one moment I needed help the most?
“Let her go, Arturo. She is afraid.” The dark haired girl, Aimee, said firmly. “Beverly, we are not here to hurt you.”
As Arturo released his grip, I narrowed my eyes. “You are not here to hurt me?! He just grabbed me. What do you people want?” I demanded to know.
“We want to talk to you,” Arturo said, “and you’ve never given us a chance to.”
“Well, this is not the way to do it!” I cried, rubbing my aching arm. “Aren’t you members of the WHO group—the Werewolf Haters Organization?”
“No, we are not. I am so sorry Arturo grabbed you. Let me introduce all of us. I am Aimee,” She directed her gaze to the other dark haired girl and the skinny man. “This is Lina, and that is Arturo.”
I gave Arturo a disgusted look. “Thanks for the bruise…”
“Sorry,” he grunted.
“Ok, well tell me what this is all about then?” I snapped.
“We admire you,” Aimee said. “We heard about that nasty WHO group, so we started our own werewolf group. We want to show you that we think you, and others like you, are great!”
“You started your own werewolf group?” I cocked my brow. This was getting weirder and weirder.
“Yes, the WAG group. It stands for Werewolf Advocacy Group. But we just think of it as the Werewolves are Great group,” she smiled widely.
I looked closely at the three of them. All of them were looking at me with shiny eyes. Could they be telling the truth?
“Umm, WAG? What is that all about?”
“Our group supports equal rights for werewolves. We think werewolves are awesome. We would like to become one—just like you. We are hoping…” she paused, smiling nervously as she looked at her two friends, “we are hoping you will bite us, so we can become werewolves too.”
Oh my God! Were these people for real? They wanted me to bite them?
“What the heck!” I exclaimed.
“Yeah,” Arturo said, “Werewolves are super cool, not to mention hot and sexy. We love them! There are a lot of members in our group. We all want to become werewolves.”
“Just wait till they find out we talked to you in person. They will be so jealous!” Aimee chimed in.
“It would be so neat to be a werewolf,” Lina added dreamily.
“I don’t know what to say,” I replied cautiously. The truth was, for once in my life I was speechless. Who would have thought that a group of people would want to become werewolves? Here they were, looking at me like I was some big celebrity or the President of the United States. All those stares and the giggling I had interpreted as hatred towards me were actually because they were excited.
“Wow, I guess that is really cool,” I said slowly. God, that sounded so lame. I felt like I should be giving a huge speech, but this had caught me so off guard.
“Can you tell us more about what it is like being a werewolf?” Aimee asked.
“Yes. We want to know everything!” said Lina.
“How do you even know I am a werewolf for sure?”
Aimee, Arturo and Lina smiled at one another. “We have a friend in the government division of Homeland Security.”
Oh boy. I had overheard Karen from the WHO group say she had a friend who worked for Homeland Security that had leaked information to her about the werewolves. It sounded like she wasn’t the only one. Just a few more leaks and the whole country would know what really happened. There was no sense launching into the “official” cover up story the government