LOGINThings take a turn for the bizarre when two boys’ midnight trek into the woods ends with one of them being bit by a beast with glowing red eyes and fangs that almost gleam in vicious delight. Now, the once pale and scrawny Max Taylor is a creature of the night spending all his spare time trying to survive from hunters and the murderous werewolf that turned him. With the help of an older werewolf, Adam Lowell, he manages to mostly learn how to be a werewolf. But what would these changes do to his relationships? His father who is constantly in danger of things he doesn't know about. His mother who is getting increasingly worried over his behavior. And his brother who is getting private lessons on how to hunt and kill werewolves. Will Max make it out of this situation alive? Or will becoming a werewolf change him more than he expected?
View MoreMax was still panting by the time he reached the old Lowell house. The scene with Erik’s car kept playing through his head and it scared the hell out of him knowing that he was even capable of something like that. Of course, he knew that
Max found his brother waiting for him when he got home. Kevin was already dressed in an old jersey and shorts. Since lacrosse practice was canceled that afternoon due to more than half the team being stuck in detention with The Darkness, Kevin had persuaded his brother to run with him at the jogging track downtown.
The other day with Adam left Max with a lot to think about. Not only was he a smaller, skinnier version of the Hulk, but there was another werewolf running around Ashborne biting teenagers. Max didn't know why the Alpha hadn't come for him as a human. To at least talk to him and convince him to join the Pack. From all the research he's done about werewolves and wolves, he knew that both were stronger with a Pack and that lone wolves were more likely to end up dead. So why didn't the Alpha take him? Was it because of Adam?
Lacrosse practice was more stressful than usual. Max had to prove he was worthy to be on first line while trying to keep his wolf from coming out and murdering everyone on the field. Like last week, he stood in line lacrosse stick in hand and waited for his turn to take a shot. The only difference was now he was on first line and Erik would be on defense with the long stick.





