She Runs with Wolves
There was one light on upstairs, and I assumed that was where she was headed.
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, peeling at the worn plastic coating sheathing it. We – as in the three of us, Kathrena, Skye, and I – had ruled out accidents and coincidences at the crime scene. The scent, the blood, and the timing were all too much like the attacks on David and Pera. A pang of worry trembled inside me at the thought of Pera, unconscious and alone. I’d never met her, but she was Skye’s friend – Skye’s family – and that meant that I cared about her, now, too.
I huffed a quiet, subdued laugh to myself. Caring about werewolves was not something I’d ever expected from my first term at Aspen
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