CHAP 18

It's late. I've been gazing at the ceiling of my room for a while, but until now I wasn't sure what was actually making my thoughts so uncomfortable. Is it my parents' death? The potential connection between them and werewolves?

After I treated Miro's wound, I never left the room. Manang came to invite me to eat earlier, but I didn't join them either. I want to be alone to think.

I sighed before slowly getting up. I felt thirsty, so I decided to leave the room. It was eleven o'clock at night, and the house was quiet when I went to the kitchen.

I got some water from the fridge before sitting on the high stool. I continued my thoughts while swirling the water inside the glass I had strained. I just stared there, dumbfounded, while remembering some of the things Miro and I talked about earlier.

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"ARE you worried that you might be bullied again at school?" he asked, as I felt him looking at me apprehensively.

I didn't answer. My attention was only focused on his wound while I put