Enzo The bar was alive with the chatter and laughter of the team. The pub that Tim had introduced me to, O’Riley’s pub, was the perfect picture of a small-town bar. And right now, that was exactly what I needed. I had ordered a tall glass of beer; nothing that would get me too drunk because
With a sigh, I ended the call and leaned on the sink. This wasn’t like Nina at all. I would have expected her to be in bed by now, and she always called me right before she fell asleep when we were apart; even when we were both in Mountainview and I was out late, she would at least send a text to le
Nina That night, sleep eluded me. I found myself pacing around the kitchen, caught somewhere between a state of making tea and having a mental breakdown. My mind kept wandering back to Jessica, back to whether I should Claim her or not. Lori had been right; it was a huge decision. Life changing,
Nina The night air was cool against my skin as I slipped out of the house, careful not to wake Lori. The decision had been made; I was going to turn Jessica into a werewolf. It was a risk, a leap into the unknown, but I couldn’t bear the thought of losing my friend. I had to try, even if it was
Nina I was still sitting in the truck, my forehead leaned on the steering wheel as the tears flowed down my cheeks in tiny rivers. I felt like a failure. I had tried to turn Jessica into a werewolf to save her life; I had put my own baby’s life on the line, and for what? She looked just as frail
Nina After a while, my tears finally subsided. With a sigh, I finally climbed out of the truck and shuffled up the driveway. A particularly cold wind was blowing through, and I shivered, pulling my jacket closer around my shoulders. I took one last look over my shoulder, wary of any more strange
Enzo “She said she ordered something special for you.” The team member’s words gave me pause. I had only intended on coming out tonight for one drink, seeing as how I had a flight in the morning. But it seemed as though both Mila and the team had other intentions. I raised an eyebrow, feeling
But why? Could it really have been Mila who did it? And if so, what should I do? I wanted to tell Tim, but right now, I wasn’t so sure. I needed some time to think. After all, my career was on the line; and I couldn’t afford to be one of those people who had a smear campaign started against me.