Violet would keep changing, first a wolf, then something else, and then something else. And when it stopped, she would be a different creature entirely, and she did not think it would be anything good. Violet just wanted to enjoy her time as a werewolf, to make the most of it while she could. And she knew Carl would not understand any of that.
"You need to start taking this seriously," Carl told her.
"Maybe you should start taking threats against your life seriously," Violet said, turning to face him. She rested her back against the tree, not ready to lose that comfort just yet. The cold emptiness, the terror of not being able to sense Carl still echoed deep in her chest. "I know you don't trust Sara, but she has no reason to lie about that. My father is coming for you."
Carl shook his
