Amily Trisdent is 17, looking forward to graduation but has a problem . Her whole family are wolves…except her. For some reason she has not been able to shift, but she has all the other abilities of a werewolf. Her senses are superior to Morts, but that’s it. Then one day everything changes. She is not a member of the pack, she faces problems with the pack leader, and new rogues come to town to throw their own chaos to the mix. Amily is not sure if she can handle everything she has to do.
Courtney M. Wendleton is a nation traveler, covering mostly the Midwest. She has lived in Alaska and currently resides in Hawaii, after graduating from high school in Missouri. Living through a troubling childhood, she helped raise her three younger sisters often needing to take off from school to babysit. Her two brothers lived with her father and stepmom, so she did not have much interaction with them until her senior year of high school, when she moved in with them. Since a child of 10, Courtney has wanted to travel and write stories. She has been traveling her whole life, and writing since childhood but only two years ago did she publish her first book.
Touchdown Interruption is her first short story, and has paved the way for two other books currently on the market with more in the works. Courtney toils through her day reading, writing, and striving to be a better author. She is currently attending Southern New Hampshire University to obtain a bachelor’s in Creative Writing. Courtney has also gained an Associate’s in Psychology, to help her better understand her characters.
A near death experience during her time in Alaska proved to her that life is short and she needs to spend her time doing something she loves. It took three years for her to build up the courage, but she published her first book and started going to school again. Now she happily lives in Hawaii with family, still hoping to inspire her readers to chase their dreams.
“Did you hear the news?” My friend Stephanie asked as we sat down in history class. She was bubbling over with giddiness.
“What news?” I asked thinking that they finally let Old Man Jackson retire from his janitorial position. The poor guy spent most of his time trying to remember what he is doing than actually cleaning.
“You know how Mr. Lear had that mental breakdown a few weeks ago? Well they finally found a full time replacement. He is supposed to be here shortly to finish up paperwork.”
Mr. Lear was our gym teacher until he found the boys in the locker room setting themselves on fire with that spray deodorant, “Hatchet.” That was like the third or fourth time he caught them (in the first week of school), and he just snapped. No one really knows what exactly happened, but he started throwing things around and then attacked a student who supposedly came after him with a lighter and the deodorant pointed at him.
“What’s his name? Have you seen him yet?” It always pays off to have a friend that is related to the principal. They usually have all the good details. “Wait, the day is practically over why am I just hearing about this?”
“I found out last hour and this is the first time I seen you since then. My mom kept it hush-hush, until I overheard it in the office.” She said as she leaned down to get a notebook out of her backpack. “Besides we graduate in a few months, it’s not that big of a deal for us who the new teacher is.”
“Oh it is a big deal, I like to know from whom I am being yelled at.” Was all I could say before the bell rang. I smiled thinking about graduating and no longer having to wake up early. Then I began taking notes as Mrs. Johnson started writing them on the whiteboard.
Halfway through our lesson about Czarist Russia, I caught the scent of something new and fantastic. There was a hint oak wood mixed with some type of ocean-scented soap, subtle but oh so mouthwatering. I had to find out what it was, so I asked to go to the bathroom and headed out in search for the source.
I followed the scent to the front of the school and just as I turned the corner I saw a man in a black jogging suit shaking hands with the principal. Before I could process any more of his appearance I heard a strange female voice growl, “Mate!” Then felt quick, sharp needling pain as my body shifted into a wolf. I could hear the sound of my clothes ripping as my body changed shape and stretched them past their limits.