Yeah, I think I spelt Prolouge wrong.
She and He (to be named) are werewolfs
She:
Prolouge:
She laughed a bit. "Nah, I will do what I always do. I'll lock myself in the closet. If the moonlight can't touch me, I'm safe." She said grinning. "If you wanna stand outside of this crammed thing make sure no light gets in. Put a cloth in the doorlight. So on, so forth. Make sure there isn't a freaking crack of light though. No light from outside, whatsoever!" She said, already clearing a spot and heading into the moonlight-proof closet.
"Grah! I hate it when you're right." He said. Sighing he said boredly, "I will put the locks on just in case." He muttered 'damn you' under his breath, to the point she couldn't hear it.
