Idara
The moment I closed for the day, got home, greeted my mom and headed for my room, I went straight to my laptop. At least the internet should have something—anything at all.
I typed “are werewolves real?” into the search bar. At first, I scrolled through the results, but everything I saw was fiction or people discussing movies and books with that theme. None of it gave me what I was looking for.
I searched for hours until night fell. If I couldn’t find anything useful online, then I might actually have to go to a library or something.
Just then, a knock sounded on my door, followed by my mother’s voice.
“Idara, the food is ready.”
I immediately closed my laptop. “Okay, Mom. I’ll be down in a bit,” I replied.
“Alright,” she said as she walked away.
I stood up, fixed my hair, an
