Chapter 9: Preparing for war
~ Gwen ~
It had been four days since my first day at college and I was genuinely scared of going back.
Four days of hiding in Aunt Anne's house, eating her nice meals, crying at random intervals, and trying to process the fact that my entire existence was apparently a lie.
Aunt Anne had spent those four days briefing me on everything.
My parents. Their rebellion. The wolfsbane they had used to make their wolves dormant. The fact that I was technically a werewolf but also completely not because whatever they had done to themselves had apparently passed down to me.
I also told her about the intruder, which had bothered her more than I expected. She made calls, asked questions, walked the perimeter of the house three times checking for scents I could not sme
