Miranda
I step out of the car and into the warm night. Classical music can be heard from outside my father’s home, a place that I used to call home. It feels weird to come back here, melancholic too. I can’t let my past emotions hinder me from my mission…that’s for later.
My hands smooth over the wrinkled fabric of my dark purple dress. The thin material is smooth against my skin and flows with every movement I make. I walk towards the house and move up the front stairs with ease.
I can feel multiple pairs of eyes on me. Their gazes burn into my skin and it feels as if I’m being poked and prodded in some sick science experiment. I’m their lab rat and they are all the scientists who wish to know how I operate.
A young werewolf pops out from beside me and I fake a smile. He extends his a
