But once the she-wolves hear the word vampire they started crying again. Goddess, can they not shut the hell up? I am so sick of hearing them and their incessant bawling. I swear whining and crying are what these women do best. One after the other, “Please spare us”, “We will never do something like this again”, “Graham made us do it”, and “I am sorry, please don’t leave me to the vampires”. They are not going to shut up about it. They made their own bed, and they knew the risks because I warned them before I told them the plan. They were all of the same opinions that it would never be discovered, but I knew that it could be. I was just banking on the fact that my death would be quick. I honestly thought it would be, and wasn’t worried about it at the time. I am now.
I know that they are
