Beauty Calls

Does this mean that the voice inside my head was right? Am I really part animal? I mean, it's easy to call myself crazy when the animal in my head is talking to me.... but how can I justify four people who are affirming my craziness?

It would be too much of a coincidence if they were just as crazy as me, so this must be true. I am a werewolf.

Once I manage to pull myself together, I ask a million questions. Fortunately, my father and Angie answer everything I ask, they manage to calm me down from the details that distressme. Except there are a lot of things that distress me.

"Midnight, stop," Lion blurts out, as if he's tired of me, "I get that you don't understand and it must be a lot for you, but you can learn little by little, okay? For the moment, that's enough questions. I'm hungry."

"Oh... okay."

"Wait for us a little longer, we have to get ready before we go out to dinner," Angie says and grabs my hand to lead me to the apartment next door, until we arrive at a place... a be