JASMINE
The next day was Saturday, and I was scheduled for the late shift at the café. Checking the schedule and seeing that I was supposed to work with Lucy for several hours, unable to face her, I texted Valerie to tell her I was sick. I knew she’d be very concerned for a couple of reasons. For one, when adult werewolves got sick, they got really sick. There was no such thing as a small cold, since our wolf was capable of healing us. Only young werewolves who had yet to shift were capable of getting colds. In summary, she would likely assume that I had to be hospitalized. Second, I never called out from work, so she would definitely think I was hospitalized. But I couldn’t even bring myself to care enough to make a believable excuse.
Of course, next thing I knew, I had a frantic text from Lucy that said, 'OMG! ARE YOU OK! YOU’RE SICK????'
Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have made such a dramatic excuse. I replied, 'Too much birthday drinking haha. Late night.' It was still pretty dumb, bu
