Genesis
It’s not something I could very well tell Farrah, so I just ignored her occasional jabs and pointed looks when I pulled out my notebook.
I was so utterly focused on the current chapter—all about what to expect leading up to the first turn, the subtle signs, the internal struggle—that I didn’t even hear my name being called. Not until Ms. Bailey, our Lycan History teacher, tapped her slender fingers sharply against my desk. The sound was like a tiny drumbeat, cutting through the fog of my concentration. I reluctantly dragged my eyes from the pages of the ancient, leather-bound book, the faint scent of old paper and something earthy clinging to its worn edges. Finally, I met her steely gaze, a