It had been a month since she had broken her bone and learned about the underground (suicide) club. Wentworth hadn't even talked to her and Měsíc was almost positive the doctor had forgotten her.
Or a mistake was made. How could they have the data of every werewolf in the world?
She had attended a second Opertio Exitius meeting, where Luna gave her a black watch with a well-hidden camera. She hadn't taken it off, too scared the staff would steal it. The two friends hadn't spoken to each other since the first meeting, (excluding when Luna gave her the instructions for the watch) and Měsíc had to admit, she missed the blonde.
Her blonde.
She missed talking to her and hanging out. Doing anything and everything together (even homework). She missed the meals when all she would do is blush at Hund. She missed the laughter and the friendship that was one of the very few sources of relief in such a hellhole.
But now, it was just her and her irritating hip. 'Wolf bei vollmond' repeated through her mind with every scratch from her inner wolf. It thirsted for freedom, to break through her skin and reign over the night.
There had to be a way to stop it. A way that wouldn't hurt her.
Distracting herself, Měsíc bit her pencil, glaring into the eyes of Shakespeare's portrait that had been recently hung over the blackboard.
"I thought you said friendship was constant in all things," the words left her without permission, her teeth breaking through the wood.
Miss Geri dropped her piece of chalk. "Much Ado About Nothing, act two, scene one. Thank you, Měsíc. Glad you listen. Claudio actually states that friendship endures everything except for the involvement of love affairs."
"Or werewolf camps," she muffled as the bell rang, everyone grabbing their things in a haste.
Miss Geri rubbed off the board, her nose to the sky. "Měsíc, Mr Romulus would like a word with you. Something about extra credit or your grades."
"Okay – thanks miss."
Měsíc felt Luna's eyes watch her. The weak werewolf tried to settle the nerves waving inside her with happy thoughts, following everyone out of the classroom.
She arrived at the maths room, folding her arms. Romulus was sat at his desk, humming away. He looked at Měsíc with his hands clasped together behind his head. Giving her a quick scan and a slight but warm smile, he adjusted his glasses. "Heard you and Wentworth are becoming fast friends."
She chuckled, shaking her head. Měsíc had grown used to the extra attention from the staff. One of the chefs kept staring at her, shooting bullets with her dark pupils.
"No, I wouldn't say that. We haven't spoken for a month. I think she's forgotten me."
Which would be quite weird.
"Really?" Romulus raised an eyebrow. "Doubt it, she doesn't forget anything. So then, what are you?'
"An inmate here," Měsíc shrugged, there couldn't be another way to answer.
The teacher barked out in laughter. "That's true, you are. But what does Wentworth want from you? What makes you so special? So, different from the rest? Got to be something."
"Believe me, sir, I've been asking myself that every day."
It was true, why did everything have to fall on her? Why was it her job to be the gateway to finding the cure? Why was it her that was going to suffer? What made her so weak? Perhaps she was selfish, but why couldn't it be someone else?
