Luna's Second Chance

body, I was in my pyjamas. A great relief washed over my body seeing I was surrounded by posters and pictures I hung on the wall of my room. But... what happened? My head ached so bad

ork two shifts to pay for bills and save enough for my tuition so I can return back to school. I wish I could help but she always insisted that she got it under control. I do my bit and work as an employee in her restaurant for free. It saves her the cost of employing a worker. "Honey have you heard the news?"Mom walked out of the kitchen holding her phone. "NO, why?" I asked curiosly. Mom doesn't usually ask me this unless something bad happened. "Three men were found dead last night, just a few buildings from where you held the party." What? My breath froze for a minute. Three men? Dead? "Can i see it?" Mom handed me the phone. I couldn't believe my eyes. Those were the three men from yesterday who tried to rape me. I was correct! It was a werewolf. "Mom, I have to go. I'll meet up with you at work." I gave her kiss to her forehead before dashing out of the house in a haste. I needed to know more on werewolves not just for the knowledge, but for the first time. I was sure that they were indeed real. I have to be ready to come across him again, and next time I won't let an opportunity slip away. I decided to take a short stop to the international library to read as many werewolf books as I could before going to work. I need to know any features or characteristics that could help me spot a werewolf next time it comes. I walked into the library and straight to the counter. I glanced around the library admiring the shelves of books. "Ma'am are you going to read something?" A staff in the library approached me, her voice soft and gentle as the wind. "Yes I am! Where can I get the books on the supernatural?" I asked. "In the inner room, aisle 17" she answered swiftly. "Thank you." I went to the inner room to check for a book that could be of help at all. In the dim light of the library hall, I wandered through the aisles, my fingers trailing along different volumes of books. The air was thick with the scent of dusty and old paper. As I turned a corner, an old, leather-bound book caught my eye. Its