New Orders

I had once placed Monica somewhere between insane and super confident.

She was insane.

And now more than ever, I had to be inconspicuous — It was crucial for me to gather information while I was here between them.

But this body was getting in the way again.

The eyes on this thing went frantic with the zooming in and zooming out feature, something that I didn't order them to do or not to do.

The werewolf she called Ben sighed.

"Be reasonable," he begged. "Are we going with plan B now?" he sounded worried.

I was worried too.

Monica crouched next to me; her accusation was ridiculous. I knew that too well, still, this body was throwing a confusion tantrum.

"Hey, I'm going to dilute the shampoo I poured over you with water now,"