*Lena*
I stared at Zara, my mouth agape. There was no way.
“A werewolf? Are you serious right now?” I shook my head, running a hand through my hair. “Look, I know I played a great game tonight but…” I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
‘I played a great game tonight.’ Through the celebrations and the adrenaline, I never thought to consider what had actually happened - how it was supposed to be impossible. But somehow I’d done just that.
The world seemed to tilt on its axis. My mind reeled, trying to process her words. A werewolf? It was impossible, absurd. And yet...
And yet, deep down I knew that it was probably the only reasonable explanation for what was happening to me. The memory of that night in Alaska flooded in. A cold dread settled in the pit of my stomach as the pieces began to fit together in a terrifying new picture.