There are two kind of werewolves in your world. Those who are born to it, and those who are cursed by it.
The latter is like leprosy. No one wants it. It ruins their lives and the lives of those they are close to. They morph every full moon into killing machines. And worse, their brain chemistry changes so they have an overwhelming compulsion to hide their condition from their loved ones.
Unlike leprosy, there's currently no cure for the cursed form of becoming a werewolf. Fortunately, the last cursed werewolf was killed more than half a century ago, and the contagion that causes it is locked up in secured facilities where biologists continue to study it.
As for the other kind of werewolf, well, everyone wants to be that kind of werewolf. But unfortunately, you have to be born to it. And even if both if both your parents were born werewolves, there's no guarantee you would be one.
Even in their human form, werewolves are generally stronger, faster and more dexterous than their human counterparts, and with better senses. Born werewolves have complete control over when they change.
There are subtle signs that you can see that will tell you if someone is a born werewolf or not. Everyone knows this because born werewolves often go on to be famous athletes and other celebrities.
When Ms. Smith walks in, you can notice these signs on her. There's the slight point to the tip of her ears, the slightly more pronounced canines visible when she smiles, the arch to her otherwise normal looking eyebrows...things like that.
The big tip off was the T-shirt that she was wearing that read BORN TO BE LUPINE with the cartoon image of a wolf howling on it.
You're fairly sure that Ms. Smith got the pamphlet discussing the school's dress code and then threw it away without reading it, while your principal was watching on helplessly. The T-Shirt she was wearing didn't quite cover her flat stomach, and the tight jeans she was wearing had seen a lot of wear. And not run through the wash a hundred times to get a certain look. Her jeans, like Ms. Smith herself, had seen a lot of life.
All this was completed by a pair of boots that you were sure had a matching motorcycle in the faculty parking lot.
Ms. Smith's appearance reminded you a lot of that bikini model, Denise Milani, save that Ms. Smith was almost six foot in height, and you were sure there was nothing plastic about Ms. Smith.
As Ms. Smith began writing her name on the board, you could pick up a hint of Eastern Europe in her voice. But then again, most of the born werewolves are either from that part of the world, or can trace their ancestry back to there.
As Ms. Smith turned around, she found herself the focus of the wide eyed stares from you and the rest of your class. She grinned and added, "I take it that none of you has ever met a werewolf before. Tell you what, after I call roll, you can come up in an orderly fashion and ask your polite questions."
You didn't miss Ms. Smith's emphasis on the words 'orderly' and 'polite,' and you were fairly certain none of your classmates missed the emphasis either.
After the roll was called, a number of your classmates congregated around Ms. Smith's desk. You
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