I woke up early, got dressed and prepared myself for work. As I locked my door and started walking towards the elevator, I suddenly caught a familiar scent. It was the scent of a werewolf, and it was coming from the room next to mine.
My heart started pounding as I realized who it might be. It couldn't be...could it? I knocked on the door with a sense of dread, and it was then that she opened it.
My stepsister, Leah, stood there looking at me with a cold expression. "What do you want?" she asked, clearly not pleased to see me.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded, my anger starting to rise. "This is my building."
Leah raised an eyebrow. "I live here now," she said, crossing her arms. "Do you have a problem with that?"
I felt my jaw drop as I struggled to contain my emotio
