It started in class a week later.
I still texted Clara during every spare moment I had and when I was supposed to be listening in class. I felt like we were in a long distance relationship and then other times I felt like I was being catfished because the Clara on the phone was somehow different from the Clara I knew. She was bolder, more daring.
Mrs Delaney, the Psychology teacher went on and on about the human mind, obviously fascinated with what she taught, from the way her arms moved animatedly to how her eyes twinkled and her voice filled with passion, everything was a pointer that she loved her field. She was talking when my skin started to become too uncomfortable for me and my wolf started to whimper, pacing in discomfort.
I woke up that morning with a call from Clara jarri
