I know, I know. I’m a terrible blog runner. June first was so very long ago.

But we had some issues with things like school taking more effort than just showing up every day, and some really bizarre interference (I know, right? Who’d hate us?), but I think we can get up and running. It might take a while to bug the others into posting again, but if there’s one thing I’m good at it’s bugging people. So I’ll try and have a proper update up soon, but until then have a blurry preview of Sean showing off one of the things we’re going to show you soon;

Note; the thing we’re showing up isn’t his candy catching ability.

Apparently what Steve says goes, so here I am. I’m Jared. I’m only here because when I said I wasn’t helping Steve with his little project Darren gave me that look that says ‘I am the Alpha, and if don’t respect my authority I’ll rip out your spleen.’ As stupid as this is, I like my spleen where it is.

All you really need to know about me is that I asked for this. I’m used to being on top, and when Sean had the bite and I didn’t? I wasn’t. So I decided to do whatever I could to get back there. I didn’t exactly end up where I planned.

Fuck that, anyway.

-Jared

Apart from moving so often, my life always seemed pretty normal. I guess it was always destined to get to something like this point, but I never expected it.

We all have to sneak around our parents. Steve probably has the worst of it, considering his Dad is the Sheriff of Lantern Crest, so it’s his job to investigate anything weird going on. If there is weird stuff going on, well, it’s usually to do with us. My parents though?

My parents hunt werewolves. They have all my life. I only found out after I’d already met Sean, which I guess is bad timing as far as they’re concerned. I probably would’ve been a lot more interested in learning what they want to teach me if I hadn’t been in love with what they kill. They weren’t happy about it. They’re still not happy about it.

The truce is uneasy. But the pack wasn’t responsible for the deaths, so my dad doesn’t have grounds to hunt them.

It makes for some uneasy family dinners.

- Alice

On a scale of one to my parents telling me that they were getting divorced, getting bitten in the side by a werewolf is pretty freakin’ up there. I mean, at first it was almost kind of cool: I could run faster and hear things and I no longer needed my inhaler, which is fantastic. But the downside is that I can’t control myself and I can’t control anything around me.

Being a werewolf is like getting injected with an anal retentive booster shot.

That sounded better in my head.

But anyway, I have all these disturbing werewolf impulses, like something out of the dark ages. Lots of control issues. And maybe Darren has it all figured out, but I don’t, and feel the urge to kill people is pretty freaky. It’s not like road rage at all. When Jared slams into Steve like an asshat, I want to rip his throat out, and unlike before, I now have the ability to do it. And not get caught.

But at the same time, I kind of want to rip Steve’s throat out, and Steve is. Steve is my best friend, and for the most part, pretty much my only friend. He’s like a brother, and wanting to kill him sucks. Wanting to kill Alice — my girlfriend, I can’t believe I haven’t mentioned her, she’s amazing — is horrifying.

Jared didn’t get it before he got bit. It’s not all fun and games and the occasional dead rabbit. Part of being a werewolf is dealing with shit no human should have to. 

Shit like ultra-controlling alphas and sleepwalking and the weird blending of boners and what Steve calls “bloodlust.”

I didn’t chose to get bit, and I’d undo it if I could. I guess that’s my confession of the night.

— Sean

This is Lily. Steve’s making us participate in his little social project, and for whatever reason Darren is letting him. Whatever. 

We’re supposed to write something about our first brush with the supernatural, but seeing as all three of mine involved an alpha with a chip on his shoulder the size of a burned down house, I’ll pass.

Let me tell you about Lantern Crest instead. 

We’re small but not too small, and we’re just middle class enough to have a monstrosity of a high school. Someone somewhere thought that it would be a good idea to install an Olympic-sized swimming pool instead of a football field — as if giving a bunch of unbalanced teenagers an easy method of murder is ever a good idea. 

Every school has a social hierarchy, and usually, somewhere around the top of that hierarchy lay the jocks. I, of course, am at the very top of the hierarchy, and I only date the best. My (former) boyfriend was the co-captain of the lacrosse team.

Lantern Crest is a pretty normal town, as far as things go. We’re in a small county, and we have a local sheriff who has more good ole boy charm than he knows what to do with. There are just enough shopping centers to provide weekend entertainment, and it’s just a short drive to more interesting places if that doesn’t suit. On the surface, it’s an ideal place to live and work and raise a family. 

Pity about all the murders.

— Lily

Once upon a time, my life didn’t involve werewolves. It was normal; I was normal(ish).

And then my best bro got bitten by a werewolf. And it was kind of my fault?

You see, it was my idea to go out into the woods that night. My dad’s the sheriff of Lantern Crest, and I…overhear his phone conversations from time to time. On occasion. He got a call about two joggers finding a body in the woods, and I couldn’t resist. I dragged Sean with me, because that’s what I do. 

After I got caught by my dad, I left him there. And that’s when he got bitten. 

My best friend is a werewolf, and it’s kind of…my fault. 

— Steve

I’m very much human, thank you very much. I’ve got a human dad, and I had a human mom, before she died. And I’m not the only human in the pack, even though Alice has all that freaky combat training and is allowed to run with the wolves more than I am. (I’m not jealous, I swear. Okay, maybe a little.)

We’re a werewolf pack, but we’re not all wolves.

Keep that in mind.

— Steve