Emily Davis was the girl. That's it. There is no other explanation that won't ruin the rest of the story, exept for her description. Her hair was golden brown, her eyes were blue as the sky above us right now, her dream boy was the exact one that she had to fear, so she had more coming than a simple story written about her...
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This story is also an entry for a contest (hosted by KittyKat409600 ) that has to be a werewolf book. Thank you :)
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BTW. This isn't a true story. I just wanted to build atmosphere, so that my story would be more interesting:)
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Combing her hair, she looked out of her window; a single tear rippled down her cheek. She saw him. Her husband to-be, called Erik Walter. She used to love him, until her heart was broken into a million pieces when she found out he was getting married. She looked at Erik with despair.

"Oh, Erik," she whispered with her croaky voice, "Why can't you love me?" She noticed his bride, walking elegantly down the isle. Her white, flowing dress had a rim of flowery lace (which made the dress look beautiful). Her hair was in a plaited up-do, held up with shiny, red pearls. "Just because I'm different doesn't mean you can't love me!" shouted Emily, swiping all her objects off the table that she was leaning on.

She breathed in and out, her chest heaving and her voice becoming deeper as she spoke. "No, the moon is out, not now!" she yelled, ripping the curtains from a long pole. Emily was changing; her voice was turning croaky, her skin was turning into fur, her eyes were turning Crimson, she was turning into a werewolf...
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Sorry for writing such a short chapter, I will write a more long and interesting part when I next time continue to write this story. Follow, vote, comment and most of all, enjoy!