***Yara***
Werewolves. Vampires. Werewolves and vampires, and apparently... witches? I must be dreaming. I have to be dreaming; there is no way that this, any of this, can be real. Right? I mean, my two best friends are werewolves. I didn’t believe it until Milo’s brother showed me.
How was I so calm with my two best friends being next to me after that? And Gina? She basically sat next to me on the bed and explained a few things about werewolves. Surely it was all in my head and I wasn’t really there. But, unfortunately for me, the white-haired male that followed me to the diner was proof that it was all true.
I looked over to Flynn, who sat in the corner of the café. His very presence constantly reminded me that this was, in fact, real. I was not dreaming. Flynn gave me a vague smile a
