Chapter 63

I was waiting for Giofré to arrive as I watched people walk by in front of me. My completely drunk state from a while ago drained off, but I could still feel the alcohol in my body because of how heavy my head felt. I was continuously yawning and as much as I wanted to daze off, my throbbing hand wouldn’t let me rest. My flesh still burned from the silver and the palm I used to remove the knife out of my hand had red and brown marks on it. This reminded me so much about what the Silver Stag taught us about silvers and werewolves. Werewolves were stuffed with sulfur and silver was fatal to us because our blood tarnished them. And this was the pain I least expected to experience.

When a black car pulled up in front of the bus stop, I bobbed my head and noticed Giofré come out of it. I stood up from the bench and watched as he approached me with a frown on his fac