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The following day was colder than usual, not that it bothered us werewolves, but it was the perfect excuse to have the hood of my hoodie up to conceal my face, mainly the remnants of my red and tear-stained eyes.
I couldn’t recall when I stopped crying last night; all I knew was that it was so late that I just passed out on my bed from exhaustion. All I managed to do was shower and make myself somewhat presentable for the day. If not for my rapid werewolf healing, I probably would look a lot worse.
A strong stroke of nausea hit me as I turned the corner and plodded towards my locker, where I once loved the location. It was the same location where my friend’s lockers were, allowing us that much more time to hang out and chat in between classes, but now I hated it becaus
