Chapter One: Pregnant WereWolf

Raymond Gillies was your typical skinny geek, except he had things going on for him in the looks department.

"Aughhhhh!" Raymond woke up with a particularly bad pain in his chest. He writhed around in his queen sized bed, flailing around as he was covered in his pokemon bedsheets. 

After a while, the pain finally subsided, and he sat up from his bed, beads of sweat rolling down his brow. He was practically soaked. 

"I'm SO telling Olviia about this later."

With that being said, he rolled out of bed and dragged himself to the shower, putting on his usual anime t shirt and baggy jeans. As he made his way to school, he noticed a lot of random people staring at him for no reason whatsoever.

He narrowed his eyes, and decided to speak about it with Olivia. She definitely had to know something about what happened earlier, right?

Once he got to the school, he ran right to the library, because him and Olivia usually met up there, and there wouldn't be any prying eyes.

After sitting there for a while, Olivia finally arrived. They had been best friends for several years, but when you looked at them outwardly it didn't seem likely at all. Olivia was a quirked up goth girl with black hair containing a bit of blonde streaks here and there.

She was relatively popular because of her good looks. 

You see, Raymond was the resident school

dork. He wasn't necessarily unpopular, but that was only because the people who would usually be bullying him found him to actually be quite good looking. 

They just didn't talk to him because of his weird interests and hobbies.

With all that aside, Olivia pulled up a chair and sat across from Raymond with a raised eyebrow.

"Whats got you in a loop, Ray-Ray? you practically spammed my phone with messages." Olivia inquired.

Raymond paused for a bit, "Ah, well you see, I was having probably the best sleep Ive had in my life-"

"What, don't tell me you called me here for morning wood." Olivia frowned.

"Wha- Agh, no! It's nothing like that. I woke up with this weird ass pain in my chest, and now people wont stop giving me weird looks." Raymond denied her assumption hurriedly.

"You mean to tell me..." Olivia looked thoughtful for a moment, "Wait, no. Elaborate."

"It's like their eyes are laser focused on me. It's like they're staring through me rather than staring at me if I'm being crystal clear." Raymond spoke, his tone serious.

"You sure this isn't one of your dweeb fantasies?"

"Olivia." 

"Alright, sorry. I'll look into it. Have you looked closely at your chest since it's happened?" asked Olivia as she whipped out her laptop from out of her bag.

"No, I kind of just threw on a shirt and rushed here to see you."

"Alright, so here's what we're going to do...lift up your shirt." Olivia spoke, casually.

Raymond didn't hesitate, and lifted up his shirt, showing Olivia his chest. Despite being a dork he made sure to keep in good shape. 

After a moment of silence, Raymond felt a bit weird cause he was standing there just holding his shirt up.

"Uh, Liv?"

"Theres a weird mark, some sort of engraving on your chest. It looks kind of like a really creepy eye. The kind I'd store in my room." 

"Shit, just what the hell is that supposed to mean Liv? How can I just wake up and all of a sudden have an eye on my chest!" Raymond quietly was freaking out.

"Calm down Ray-Ray, Im your best friend. I'll help you figure out what this thing is. So far, I might have a few theories." 

Her gaze turned to her laptop. She began typing rapidly, and after a while of fast typing, her eyes widened a bit before she turned to look at him.

"Raymond, come look at this." Spoke Olivia, her tone serious.

Raymond flipped his shirt down, and made his way around the desk. He leaned over Olivia, looking at the computer.

"There's been a spike of animal attacks in the area recently, just around the time you woke up this morning. Also, you're showing symptoms of pregnancy."

"So you're saying Im a pregnant fucking werewolf? Just great, exactly what I wanted to be in life." Raymond quipped sarcastically.

"Just kidding, but you can definitely tell something fishy is going on for sure..."