The dawn arrives and we all exit the air vent.

"Alright!" I say. "Let's get our Moonstone and leave this awful place."

"I wouldn't say it's awful" Wyatt grins."They've got something called Fro-yo."

I glare at him. "You're right this town is the absolute worst." His grin falters.

We walk through the hallway. 'Ewwww who designed these lockers' I think. 'The green and pink don't mix well'. After a longgggg time in that terrible hallway, we finally make it an auditorium. Inside, there are a lot of people singing, I think? We crowd up on the door. We open them and walk into the large room.

"There she is!" I point, as I find the white-haired girl.

"Football team! Defense Z-24!" A green-haired guy yells out. By his stench, I know he's a zombie.

"Where's our Moonstone, white-hair?" I growl.

"I think you've got the wrong person" She exclaims.

"Wolves! On my command!" I growl, my Moonstone glowing.The rest of the pack following suit.

"Nightshade!" Wyatt says, a bit frantic. "We can't go to war with the whole town. We'll never find the moonstone if they're on high alert."

"I hate it when you're right. Wolves! Stand down." I command, authority clear in my tone."Okay! Sorry! We werewolves so admire your town and we just came here to...join your school!" I say with the same sickly sweetness that gives you diabetes.
"What?!? They can't join our school!!" A brunette exclaimed.
"I mean the Forbidden Forest in within the school district." A middle aged man said.
"So welcome to Seabrook!" White-hair greeted.
******TIMESKIP********
We're in the library, I'm looking for clues about the Moonstone's location.
White-hair walks by Wyatt. She stops and turns his book right side up. "Heheh thanks" He grins. She nods.
She sits down at a table. I come over and slam some books down. "Lies!" I growl. " This book says werewolves attacked first! But it was the settlers!"
"I'm sorry" She says. "I didn't know".
"There's a lot you don't know." I sneer.
"I know the alarm's gonna go off, if you don't check out that book!" She calls.
I rip off my necklace and toss it to the 'alarm system' or whatever. " Come on Wyatt!" I call.
"Our Moonstones have a way with electronics" He explains to white-hair before running over to my retreating figure.

"These sheep just let us in?" I scoff. "Baaaaaad idea.

"We agreed to play nice!" Wyatt reminds me.

"Oh! This is me being nice!" I smile as I put a gash in the lockers."Now let's find our Moonstone!".

******TIMESKIPTIMESKIP*********

"Ugh!These history books say nothing about the Moonstone's location!" I huff.

"It's okay, love, we'll find something." Wyatt reassures me.

The green-haired guy from earlier walks over to us.

"I'm Zed, zombie, football star, presidential hopeful." he introduces.

"...Okay. And?" I roll my eyes.

"When zombies first came to Seabrook, we were outsiders, too. Which is why you need a great president like Zed to represent you. We'd be honored if you guys joined us." Green-hair chick says.

"Our pack is our pack. We don't need anyone else, so..." Winter says, brushing the offer off.

"Who doesn't want more friends? Underneath all that fluffy hair, I bet you're a real softie." Little green-haired chick says, smiling.

"I am a mean, mean werewolf, kid. I am tough and rough....." Winter barks.

"Aww, you said "ruff." Like a sweet little puppy dog. Ruff, ruff!" Little green-haired chick smiles.

"We are beasts of the forest, we will never be tamed." Winter growls as the girl scratches her." Oh boy. Oh wow, that's great. Oh wow."

I glare at her.

"Sorry."

"We're nothing like you zombies." I growl.

"You sort of are. Your necklace is powered, right? Kind of like an organic Z-band." Green-haired chick says.

"You're smarter than he looks." I smirk.

"Thanks." she smiles.

"That necklace keeps you from fully wolfing out?" Zed asks.

"The opposite. Our moonstones make us our true werewolf selves." I sneer.

"So without it you'd be human?" He questions.

"No, we'd die. We'd be nothing." I say.

"Imagine how alive you'd feel if you didn't have to tamp things down. Hold back your true selves." Wyatt says trying to change the subject.

"Actually, I've got this theory that zombies might've evolved beyond their need for Z-bands." Green-hair chick says, a shine in her eyes when she looks up at Wyatt.

"Z-bands are great." Zed interrupts."They help you fit in."

Published: 5/25/24

Edited: 3/21/26