| 25 | Another one, please
Aleida POV A few days pass, and finally, I get my own bedroom. That doesn't get me any more normalcy, though. If it didn't feel like a prison before, it sure does now. My windows have bars. Freaking bars! My room isn't tiny, but it isn't big either. I have a bed, tv, stereo, couches, minibar, and a connected bathroom. The satellite dish must be broken, considering that the channels are "gritty," which makes me occupy myself with the only two things left, music and booze. All that about us werewolf's not being able to drink is bullshit. We can get drunk just as anyone else; we just don’t stay drunk for as long as humans because of our high metabolism. Which also means that we can drink more. King has told me that if I want something, I shou
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