Matthew Miller Point of View:

           Have you ever had to hold such great responsibility that you knew one wrong move could cause many lives to be lost. Knowing that your whole life you would always have to be the leader of everyone and that you can never show any weakness whatsoever. That you were raised and breed for this purpose only. I, Matthew Miller knows how that feels but yet, it isn't all that bad, I have come to terms with it in my years of living and have even grown to like being someone who people could depend on.

          I'm a werewolf, you know part human part well wolf, and I am the next in line for Alpha. An Alpha is the leader of the pack we are the protectors the head honcho if you will. You might ask a werewolf, really, isn't that a little too out there? Well let me tell you how "we" came to be. 

         My ancestors were originally an ancient tribe that worshipped the moon goddess. And like all ancient tribes they were soon persecuted and hunted down for not believing in the major religion. They were nomads and instead of having hunting dogs they had wolves as companions. Upon being nearly alienated it was said that the moon goddess brought my people to a clear lake deep in to the woods with their loyal wolves and had them enter the lake in pairs under a full moon. The companions were then emerged together and that is how the werewolves were made. All young wolves rogues or not know this story it is our birth right and to be unknown to our own history is a crime in itself.

           Anyways back to the present from out little history lesson my name is Matthew Miller and I am late.

          I currently attended Raven High sadly like the name says, home to the ravens, not wolves and I am a senior. (Thank God) I am a senior who is very very late on the first day of school.

          Hurriedly I jumped in the shower using shampoo and conditioner on my hair and body, I forgot to tell my mom I ran out of body soap and did that little wiggle dance with my blue jeans. A quick brush through my hair and teeth I ran into my bedroom and found a clean hanged up shirt and slid on my shoes. I never bothered to untie them, too much work, and ran downstairs straight to the kitchen were I smelled chocolate chip waffles.

         I entered the kitchen to see my mom putting away a bottle of orange juice. My mother was a beautiful woman in her late thirties. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. I, on the other hand had curly blonde hair and brown eyes, which I inherited from my father who had curly brown hair and brown eyes.

            "Morning honey." Her clear voice rang out to me. She sat on the table her plate consisted off bacon and eggs with a glass of orange juice. I sat on the breakfast counter stool.

  "Morning mom." I mumbled still sleepy. Then dug in to my chocolate chip waffles that were drizzled with chocolate syrup my cup of coffee next to it. It took me 5 minutes to eat it all and place my dirty dishes into the kitchen sink.

"Bye mom," I gave her a quick kiss on her cheek and said, "love you." She expressed the same feelings back and with that I ran to my car, which I don't know the model of or the year it was, I was never a car kind of guy and drove to school.