I had made a terrible mistake. What was I thinking, running into the forest in the middle of the night. Of course the werewolves were going to be able to track me here, they were fricking werewolves. They probably had a great sense of smell just like dogs, I basically played right into their hands. I had always considered myself to be a relatively smart woman but this was really, really dumb.
They were all trying to get me to calm down and stop trying to hit them with my baseball bat. Their words were kind and their voices were comforting, they kept talking about my safety and how they wanted to protect me. It sounded convincing but it wasn’t as though a psychopath would admit that they wanted to murder you was it?
Maybe it would be best if I just took another swing at Ezra then took o
