My forehead furrowed at her as if she was one stupid child. "What are you rambling about?"
"Cut the crap!"
"Cut what crap?" I yelled back, making her flinch. "You just walked up to me, yelled at Ms., and started rambling nonsense, yet you're telling me to drop the act. I honestly don't know what you're talking about."
"So you've never noticed anything off about yourself as a werewolf since you were born?" She raises a brow, but her forehead was still furrowed up in a frown.
"No. I mean..." was I supposed to tell her? I didn't think twice before blurting out, "I'm cursed, and you should know it, I was bullied for it in middle school and high school."
"I joined our high school late. How am I supposed to know?" She hissed. "You i***t. Who made you tag a blessing as a curse? "Wait. What a
