Dean's P.O.V.
The night as Sandra and I lay together, I smiled. When she fell asleep, her fingers were loosely wrapped around the necklace. Actually, not loosely, they were tightly wrapped around it, and she huddled against me. Tonight she wasn't crying, I had no idea how much that necklace would mean to her. I always figured her parents at least gave her something.
I held her close, but suddenly the door opened. I looked over and saw Lucy, wait no - Luna. "Dean, I really need to talk to you about something, sorry to interrupt it's important." Her voice was gentle whisper, Sandra hates her, but I figured no harm could be done.
I had no idea how wrong I was.
As we walked to the kitchen, she talked. About patrols, and such. I wondered why she even got me out of the room, just to tell me something I already know. We sat at the kitchen table to talk, and I realized how thirsty I was. Before I could get up to get something, Luna slid me a fancy glass of tea. "It helps clear the mind." She explained, I drank it all easily, and suddenly as she kept talking I started dozing off, except I couldn't focus back in. The world looked fuzzy, "Dean?" Luna asked, concern in her voice, I was too tired to read her emotions. I couldn't even think, and suddenly my head slammed against the table and I felt Luna tugging me out of my seat.
Then the world went black.
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FantasíaBook one in a two book series. Sandra is a firm believer in things that aren't magical. Ghosts don't exist, neither do demons, nothing supernatural. So what happens when an injured werewolf shows up at her doorstep, and completely disproves everyth...
