I remember the very first time that I saw a Christmas tree. I was walking with my friends around the mall trying to out think our very protective brothers. And everybody in this place are werewolves to be specific lycans. Which is why a nice old shop keeper is hiding us in her shop full of Christmas trees. By the way, we are Muslims so, they didn't think to check this shop. My name is Miranda Oslain and I have lived in this hell bent crazy place, my whole life literary. Shut down and placed here but we(meaning my friends and I, brothers too) have to go to this private school for lycans teenagers no matter what your ranking is and no matter if you shifted or yet. Which we all have. But, Nick which is my twin brother says we shouldn't have to go but our parents said we have no choice in this matter even if they didn't want us to go either we have too period.