Chapter 1

The school bell rings to signal the start of lunch. Many students begin to pour themselves out of their classrooms and head towards the cafeteria. Others like the human Domenic remain in their classrooms and eat their own lunches. 

Domenic reaches for his bag and pulls out a lunchbox. Upon opening the box, the smell of the garlic roasted chicken permeates the classroom. Students gather around Domenic's desk to take a glance at his food. 

Just then, A female werewolf named Tauna, approaches Domenic's desk while wading through the other students. As she approaches a shadow is cast over Domenic's desk.  

"Hey, Dom. How's it going?" Tauna says with a big toothy grin.

"Wonderful. At least before you showed up that is." Domenic says with an annoyed look on his face. 

"Awh, I thought we were good friends. One that share lunch with each other." Tauna says as her face etches closer to Domenic's lunch. 

Domenic moves his lunch away from Tauna's maw. "Look, I wasn't able to eat anything today. Can you please leave me be for today at least?" Domenic says in an exhausted tone.  

Tauna closes in on the food more. "Sorry to hear that. Tell ya what. Just a nibble would be fine." 

"Fine." Domenic says in defeat. " Just give me the container back later to clean up." 

Tauna backs away before her tail waggles jovially. "I'm glad we came to an understanding on this."

Domenic then holds out the container to Tauna, who extends her arms out to grab it. Then Domenic quickly flips the box upside-down. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Her scream can be heard from all the classes in the hall. 

"Why would you do that?" Tauna says as her voice fills with anger. 

"Because dogs like you should eat your master's table scraps." Domenic places the lid back onto the container, packs his bag, and heads towards the cafeteria to get some food. 

As he leaves the door Tauna begins to chase him. As she nears Domenic to pounce him, he turns around with a whistle in his mouth and blows it. As the sound rings through Tauna's ears Domenic crouches to avoid the pounce. Then she and other werewolves in the school begin to howl in unison. Domenic then continues his walk towards the cafeteria to get some food.

After lunch the rest of the day was particularly quiet. The overburdened teachers were filled with joy as the final bells rang for the day. As the students backed their bags, Mr. Florette had a few messages to quickly get out.

"Ok everyone, remember that tomorrow is the day of the Blood Moon festival. Because of that we will have a shortened class day. Also everyone but Domenic, please stay where you are."

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As I watched everyone stroll out the classroom, I heard lots of muffled speech with my name somewhat mixed in. Then there was the teacher, Mr. Florette. He is a zombie with rotting flesh that was a total neat freak. He made it a habit to keep himself and anywhere else clean. His skin was a pale blue and many parts of his body had withered away. Other than that he was like the average teacher.

As the room finally got quiet, Mr. Florette grew animated and began shouting at me from across the room. "DOMENIC! Please come and put the whistle into this bag." In front of Mr. Florette was a small plastic bag with my name written on it. With my bag packed, I placed the wood carved whistle into the bag.

"Where do you keep getting these whistles from?" Mr. Florette calmly asked me after throwing the plastic bag onto his desk. "Didn't I tell you? I learned how to make them." The room was once again filled with the screeching of Mr. Florette.

"What do you mean, you told me abut this? You know these whistles are illegal right?"

"Yeah, but what about Tauna? She's never punished for stealing my lunches." I said annoyed with how this conversation dragged on. "The headmaster should be talking to her right now."

As Mr. Florette continued to lecture me, I'd tuned him out. Instead I looked outside at the small town down the hill. After the war it was named New Târgovi, as new start for humans and monsters. Its a quiet, charming place that I lived in for years. Lots of my friends left because their parents wanted to find better work. Others left because of the tensions between other groups. As much as I'm done with living here, I can't help but smile at the place I know as home.

Just as I managed to distract myself through Mr. Florette's rantings, a loud crash is heard outside. Mr. Florette rushes out towards the window to see a group of people fighting by the bike rack.

I heard the sound of bikes crashing from the front of the building. I looked outside by the bike rack to see Tauna and some other delinquents. They stood around a family friend, Veronica laying on top of the bikes in the racks.

"Mr. Florette, it looks like Tauna picked a fight with Veronica." I said, as I gathered my bag and went to the door. "Ooh no. Where are you going?" Mr. Florette asked. "I'm going to stop Veronica from destroying my bike. Also I'm sorry about the whistle, it won't happen again."

"Here, before you go." Mr. Florette shouted as he passed the bag with the whistle at me. "Try not to use it if possible. If anyone why you still have the whistle, I forgot to take it from you."

I nodded before rushing out towards the staircase. As I ran, ai thought about what would happen to Tauna if Veronica fought back.