{Molly's P.O.V}
A couple of days had passed, and it was finally the end of the week. My last class was complete, and I headed outside to find Markus. I had been doing as much studying as I possibly could, while trying not to be too distracted by the obvious bombshell that had been dropped on me. Georgia had managed to be home all week, which was nice, and we spoke all things werewolf. She explained to me just what I meant to Elliot and it kind of made sense as to why he was constantly texting me in the day, around for dinner of an evening and even sleeping on the couch some nights. I felt kind of bad that he had this love-sick craving to be around me, but I just didn't feel it. I most definitely feel something for him - I am drawn to him in a way and I lose my mind at the sight of him...
