Missing

The steering wheel under her hands felt rough and wet. She knew it was just the sweat being produced from her hands by the heat of the forest filtering through the car windows. In spite of that obvious natural reason, she was convinced it was the notion of death that was causing her wet perspiration. Every second she spent in that bastard's presence always made her like this, weak when she was anything but.

Ollie had spent the next 3 hours talking to Lilac, even visiting her room which was...eccentric to say the least. Ollie really had no other word to describe Werewolves but edgy.

It was nothing like what a teenager's room should have looked like but yet once again, Ollie had been stunned into silence. Lilac had been nonchalant while introducing her to th