One For The Road
Why do I need this validation so badly? Also, why do I feel this compulsion to tell Sam the truth? For the first time when I walked into the White Rabbit, I saw it for what it was. I see the girls dancing and I wonder, are they werewolves too? In my head, everyone is looking at me. Everyone knows what I am. But, I know that can’t be true. What I’m doing here feels like a suicide mission, but it’s the only way that I'll get rid of this guilt. I know it's a bizarre idea to tell Sam the truth about what I am, but, the least I can do is officially tell him I’m leaving. I consider actually telling him I’m a Hunter and pretending not to know that he is….a werewolf. Not just any werewolf but the next Alpha. The thought of it sends shivers down my spine and almost brings me to tears. How could the
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