I was really freaking out, I won't lie. All these werewolf things were seriously causing my head to spin. I glance up at their faces to see if this was a sick joke, but their faces told me otherwise.
I drop my head to my hands and begin to pick at my fingers.
Deep down I knew what they were saying was true. I had always felt it, always felt different. My injuries would heal faster. Werewolves heal faster. I know that because of the werewolf movies I had watched.
All these still sounded new to me. I wasn't a human but a werewolf.
Was I being lied to all my life?
The voice that speaks in my head. Was that my wolf? Where is she?
“That's not all," Sasha says from her corner, and I snap my eyes towards her.
“What more could there possibly be than being a werewolf?“ I grit out. The fire i
