C45 Charlie

The morning air felt cold against my bare arms. My eyelids drooped with the lack of caffeine. It was entirely too early to be awake. It might’ve been okay if I was headed to high school as I knew it. But this wasn’t Hunters Point High School in Portland. This was Paradise. And I was headed to my first day of home-schooling in the middle of the woods with a class full of werewolves