AMELIA
Nate was as precise as a Swiss watch. He knocked on my door at 9 am sharp. I couldn’t sleep at night. I just stared blankly at the ceiling. What a paradox. I was keen on learning more about werewolves and therefore agreed with Beth on regular lessons. She would bring some books from pack library and we would have the lectures at her café.
It was very awkward between me and Nate. We greeted each other but without any physical contact. I used my white cane and just followed his steps to his car. I made a mental laugh when sitting inside his car. I assumed he was the brat to whom I gave a middle finger some time ago. I would not mention it, though.
We arrived at the place which was supposed to be a pack clinic. But who was I to know? I still couldn’t see anything. He could have kidn
