Serissa
It was late enough in the evening that the streets were mostly deserted. The bars and restaurants were still doing solid business, but I was seeing the people around me through new eyes. Yesterday, I wouldn't have looked at any of the people gathered around the tables, drinking and having a fun night out, as anything but what it looked like on the surface. Now, it felt like the world had shifted. Literally!
Werewolves?
No, that was ridiculous! Werewolves only existed in cheesy Hollywood movies and nightmares. They weren't real. They couldn't be! I was either hallucinating or dreaming. There was no other rational explanation for what I'd just seen.
And yet.
As I stumbled blindly past clubs and bars, I couldn't bring myself to ask for help. What was I supposed to say? “Hey, so
