It's been a whole week since you've arrived in Phoenix Drop High as a freshman. You've already made enemies with Aaron which you don't know how...but you couldn't care less. As your walking through the halls to get to werewolf class, you've somehow caught some werewolves attention. A werewolf boy: "..Wait, do you smell that?" He whispers to his friend, nudging him in the arm. Werewolf friend: "Yeah...no way." And in unison, they both say 'Charcoals and wet grass' they both put the hand over their mouth, flabbergasted. Werewolf boy: "No way, you don't think he marked--" The friend nudges him, telling him to shush since Aaron was coming from around the corner, also heading to werewolf class. They've found out that Aaron, who always seem to hate you, has marked you...