Marianna’s POV
How was it even possible that things got even more strange and complicated? I was laying in my bed and trying to get at least some sleep. Unsuccessful. Who was I? A witch? A she-wolf? A hybrid? The more I investigated, the less I knew and understood. It started to be annoying and I was dismayed.
Whatever was going on, I was here to get the answers. Whatever these answers were meant to be.
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In the morning we went to the public register. It should be easy.
“You need to fill the form number 8,” said a visibly bored woman at the counter.
“And where do we get this from?” Antonia asked.
“You need to go to room 34.” She almost yawned at us.
“We’ve been there 10 minutes ago, they said we will get all the forms from you.”
“I only have forms about missing people, numbers 4
