24. Choosing Me
Raven
I stood by the window long after Salt had left as I contemplated on what she had just told me. Was it all true or was she toying with my emotions?
But knowing her, she wouldn't lie to me. I knew from the word go that she didn't really like me and if it was up to her, I would be out of here already.
The night pressed like a weight against the glass of the window.
I sat curled on the wide windowsill, knees pulled to my chest, Norman’s coat draped loosely over my thin shoulders. The soup Salt brought sat cold and untouched on the tray. My fingers traced the curved edge of my belly — my only warmth in this unfamiliar place.
It wasn't showing yet but I could feel them by now. There was a faint smell of them and I knew that any trained werewolf could also smell them a
