Fifty-Five

Lenora

A flash of wild grief ripped through me as I collapsed on my bed after drawing the heavy curtains and looking away from the untouched plate of fish and chips on the nightstand.

The misery of CJ being a werewolf shocked me to the core, haunting me. The only sound was the occasional sniffle that escaped my trembling lips.

My dad wasn't angry as much, instead, he had a sincere concern for me, desiring to help me get over CJ and pleading with me to get over him.

A slight shiver made me tremble when he suggested earlier that CJ may have infected me with werewolf blood.

I became scared shitless and even Googled the consequences of having sex with a werewolf to get an accurate prediction about what it would lead up to, and how fast I could die.

There were no records available and so here I was, laying in this empty bedroom in this empty house with a sickening sense of terror eating away at my insides.

Raindrops tapped gently against the window pane, and I pulled the thick co