Nicole
The glass shattered into a hundred tiny pieces, scattering across the floor like confetti. I wasn’t upset—not really. Small accidents like this had become routine.
“Oh my… Leah! Are you alright?” I asked, moving quickly to scan her hands and feet for cuts as I bent down.
“I’m fine, Nicole,” she muttered, holding my gaze before crouching to pick up the shards.
“Leah… what’s going on? You’ve been acting strange lately, and now this?” I knelt beside her, helping gather the fragments.
She chuckled nervously. “I was startled for a moment. Then I remembered—there are no werewolves here. Maybe you saw a very big dog that looked like one.”
Her laugh should have eased my concern, but I had a nagging inkling she wasn’t being entirely honest. I’d known Leah too long to expect answers whe
