out to you. You don't reach out to them. That is,

uh? Nothing about my whole

ere an old, run-down 'moel' was situated, accord

ddle-aged woman dressed in a too-tig

n her gum, handing me a key. "Cl

a beauty magazine, ignoring me as I

ed irritably under my breath wh

unmade, the kitchen sink piled with dish

en. Left with nothing else to do, I sunk onto the floor

fetal position, wishing I could go back to this morning. May

wing, I'd still have a warm b

t exactly a model example

ere past midnight when my eyelids

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m a nightmare where I was a hideous beast, t

ith a pair of the most beautiful bu

brain lagging from sleep. Until I realized where I was, an

kay?" the gorge

to kick him, but he was faster and stronger than me.

not here t

hing in his eyes or the fluttering sensation blossoming i

d. "And what are you

ld you promise not to

psychopath, then n

sat down on the floor beside me. "Before we get to that, are you sure you're okay? Not having some weir

And I'm fine. As fine as I can be, I guess. I

ed up another pup who died right after the change

I sat up. "You're fro

we live up to our reputation. And to answer

You're not wh

id you

ache." I had no idea why I was trying to jok

s. Let's just say it's the werewolf equivalent of a student council at the academy. It's our work t

umans', as in pa

"Right, o

at happ

hand. "You c