The truth?
I hadn’t even shifted yet… but I was already showing signs no ordinary werewolf ever showed before shifting.
Soon, he scrambled away, and I just stood there, stunned by what I’d done. I had actually hit him—me—and he couldn’t even fight back. A part of me was thrilled, proud even, but another part was terrified. I didn’t fully understand what lived inside me, and I needed to stay careful if I didn’t want to hurt someone again.
I no longer felt like sitting on the bench. I needed to get back to my room. With a long sigh, I walked back inside, climbed up to my window, straight into my room, and collapsed onto my bed. And goddess I was starving.
The next morning, when I saw Pamela, she avoided me entirely, keeping her face hidden. At first, I assumed it was because I had caught
