Five
I ask, fear rising.
“If the prophecy of the black moon comes true, they say Laila will awaken for revenge… but it’s impossible… she’s…”
“How…? You knew and didn’t tell me?”
“The dead do not return…”
“And werewolves don’t exist,” I interrupt, coldly, worried, piling even more problems into my brain than I can carry.
Again, my phone buzzes—this time it’s mine.
“Is it them again?” Sam asks, concerned.
“Tell me, Dad… what?…” I shake my head. “Wasn’t it next week?… fine,” I whisper, hanging up.