Nova is a fifteen year old girl with black hair and blue eyes. She lives in a regular house in a normal city. She loves her town hidden fang. She loves the seasons. As nova thinks of all the things she love she repeats them out loud "Hidden fang, spring, summer, fall, winter" Oh how she loved winter.
The quiet hum of the wind moving the snow around, the feeling of cold air entering her lungs as she breathed it in. Winter was her favorite season. She was always used to the same routine every day. Wake up, wash up, eat, go to school. Sometimes she would do other things like hang out with her friends of course but it's still just the same normal life.
Nova is soon turning sixteen. She very excited for her birthday because her parents always tell her that something very exciting will happen. So she starts counting the days until it's time. "Hmm..….oh!…Oh my gosh! 3 more days!"
Her parents love telling her stories about werewolves and how once they get a certain age they finally transform. She didn't believe them of course, they were just fairytales but she loved hearing the stories.
She said once more " 3 more days… just three more days until I'm sixteen" and that was the last thing she thought before she soon fell asleep.