7. The Wolves In My Dreams

Mia

I couldn't calm down when I got to my room, no matter how hard I tried. I paced around the room, biting on my lip as I thought. I cringed as I stopped biting my lips, remembering that Quinn had just kissed me.

I was disgusted as much as I was annoyed and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth as if I wanted to peel them off and it wasn't until I was satisfied that I had washed him off that I stepped out of the bathroom.

I knew Quinn, regardless of his speech that we should let sleeping dogs lie, wasn't someone who was going to let things go. He would get back at me for what I had done, for daring to bite him.

I remembered the way his eyes had sparked open when I had bitten his lips and they had turned yellow before I ran away.

Yellow. Just like they were years ago in high school. Just like the ones of the wolves in my dreams sometimes.

Werewolves. I realized that there was a theory there I needed to go after.

I brought out my laptop and began to search for werewolves. I was amaz