Chapeter one:
Sitting in the woods crying, Jahoolio turned off his Iphone and started walking again. "I am a man..." Jahoolio's generation had colidid head on, technology with forest and animals. Called it the Techno-Plant Aurora.
Jahoolio had just turned 13 that Monday, and it was Wesnday. "How? I am a man, and I am crying!" He took out a pocket knife and carved his name in a tree, next to his fathers, cruely written was this:
Techlo Jahoolio
He heard a twig break and he turned, his pocket knife glimmered in the eyes of a fox, white eyes scared him and he backed up. The fox yipped and came closer. Jahoolio ran, the fox chasing him. He soon lost the fox, and he was in a cave, the shelves were full of shiny rocks and metals. He saw scratches and bite marks in the walls and twigs on the floor. "Werewolves....?" When he saw one. It clawed at him and he fell to the ground, his face stinging, his hands blocking his face and the werewolf breathing heavily.
