Fifty-Six

Sally's POV

I was too engrossed in the idea of ​​taking these cuffs off to let my guard down and all I knew next was feeling someone's lips press against mine. I couldn't push the person behind me away because he held my hand tightly.

"How can I let you go?" His eyes lit up in surprise regardless of how drunk he was.

His drunken state is what makes me irritated. Even though I was angry, I couldn't help but notice the strange feeling tapping on my chest. It felt strange but warm at the same time.

"You have soft lips," It sounds familiar, but I don't think I've ever said anything nice to him.

Can werewolves get drunk easily? No, wait. I remember the drink in the red cup at my mother's town meeting. It's too strong for normal humans. The hangover felt like someone hit my head with a brick. So does that mean the people I hang out with are also creatures?

“Can I say you look beautiful when you smile,” He said softly. I don't know how my heart can still skip a beat with just one word.

I wil