The man walked out of the room. I suddenly realized that my neck was hurting. I looked down at my necklace. I sigh. "Michael knows I am allergic to silver. Nothing I can do about it now."
About thirty minutes go by and then a woman walks in with some food. She sets the food down and walks past me. I really sick to my stomach. She smells awful. As she is about to head out the door she stops and turns around. Her eyes wide. She whispers. " No, it can't be you."
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Without Him..
Werewolf1st BOOK IN WEREWOLF SERIES I watch as Michael closes his eyes and slumps to the ground slowly. I hold him in my arms. Crying and grasping his limp hand. I just lost my only brother. #368 in Werewolf
