BREELYNN’S POV
The diner I work in caters to locals, so everyone knows everyone’s business. My life is typically dull; therefore, I could care less about gossip. Except for today. Today, I have a huge bandage on my neck, and everyone feels the need to assume I am covering a hickey. I would love to say I don’t care what they think, but that would be a lie. I am embarrassed, and the attention is too much.
Unable to come up with a decent lie regarding the huge bandage on my neck and unable to tell them the truth, I have no choice but to let the hickey story remain. I honestly don’t think Gladys, the 84-year-old grandma, could handle the ‘I was kidnapped by a werewolf, then marked against my will so I could be his Luna’ explanation.
While I am clearing table number five, placing the syrup-c
