I kind of went on auto-pilot for the next six or seven hours. Derek and Isaac kept asking me things, trying to talk to me. But it was like I was stuck in a glass case, and all I heard was muffled words. I remember just closing my eyes, and sitting against the front of the Camaro. I put my head on my forearms, and didn't look up.
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Werewolves and Wendigos
FanfictionIt's a Teen Wolf fanfic about Werewolves and Wendigos. I finished writing it about a year ago. It's the first story I ever wrote, which is why the "cover" is a number one. Granted, I hate that show now, but I wrote this at a time when I enjoyed it. ...
