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Everything had been fine in her room that morning. Em was sure of it. She walked around Andre, ignoring his comment, and got close to her bed.
The sheets and pillows were all torn up. It looked like a wild animal had gone on a rampage. A wild animal? Or a werewolf? Her hands began to shake as she pulled one sheet back and saw that the damage hadn't gone all the way to the mattress. Thank God. That would be difficult to explain.
A hollow laugh escaped her throat. It wasn't like the rest of this would be easy to explain. Who would do such a thing? And why?
She didn't have anything to do with werewolves or magic or any of that bullshit. That was Stasia's realm. And if there was a werewolf in her room right now, she would give them a piece of her mind.
Wait. There was a werewolf in her
