Sylvia’s POV:
Sylvia, filled with righteous rage, slammed the door shut behind her with a violet c***k. She didn’t look back, she couldn’t, not when she felt this betrayed.
Her pulse thundered in her ears, and her heart pounded as she forced one foot in front of the other.
She felt sick. Not from the fainting, or the dizziness she felt, but from the truth that she had now been exposed to.
In just an hour, her life had completely changed, and she had no idea how she was going to go back to her regular life after learning that her best friend was a werewolf.
A werewolf,
Just recalling the image of the servant shifting was enough for her to wobble. She had to hold the wall for support as she walked down the hallway. Just hours ago, she had stared at the estate with grand, apprecia
