Chapter 27
Nigel Quintin Ulysses
They are still following me, the people from Marcus' place. They keep their distance but I feel them following me, their eyes lingering on me. There's this urge to go back to where I left Marcus, to give him a comfort. I wish I could do that, but the werewolves come to life inside my head, and they are vicious, snarky, cunning, and deadly. The fear is strong, and no matter what I tell myself that Marcus is a good person (or a f*****g werewolf for that matter), I just can't change my mind about it.
Marcus has taken care of me and did everything he could to make me happy. In return, I hurt him. I denied his love. I denied to be in love with him. Images of smiling Marcus plays in my head and it hurts. Tears begin again to stream down my face, and I can't do
