#Chapter6 CLARA
Twenty Years Ago….
Being a sixteen-year-old werewolf certainly had its perks and the top of the list was not having any pimples or zits. Having flawless skin while being a teenager was the best relief because when I looked at the rare human in my school, I nearly shuddered with revulsion. Yeah, vanity is a real thing for me.
I’m more than excited today for several reasons; Beatrice, or as everyone calls her, Bea is finally coming back from her month-long vacation to one of her uncle’s beach cabins. Bea was the only human I interacted with, for safety reasons, but also because she somehow really understood me and that wasn’t something I could say about everyone. The only real friend I had was Mona; she was a werewolf too so I didn’t have to keep any secrets from her. Bea had no idea about the existence of werewolves but other than that, there were no secrets among the three of us.
