Emily Rose's Perspective:
"Alright," she conceded, "but I'm not leaving you until he arrives."
I simply nodded, and she finally flashed a satisfied smile, having once again achieved what she wanted from me.
"So, what exactly are you?" I abruptly asked, curious about my best friend.
She let out a dramatic sigh and rolled her eyes, clearly uneasy about responding.
"I'm a werewolf," she eventually admitted, standing up and shrugging. "However, I'm quite weak, my senses aren't as sharp as they should be, and I don't particularly enjoy shifting," she elaborated, then sat back down next to me. I felt a bit relieved as she ceased pressuring me.
"Why?" I continued my line of questioning, serving myself another slice of pizza. I had already consumed six slices, but I was still ravenous.
"Bac
