I wore my shame like a hoodie. Until the next day, the thought of what I did in the shower still lingered in my mind. It was there to remind me of the act I'd committed.
Touching oneself wasn't such a bad thing… It's not like it was the first time I did it.
What made it worse and made me feel horrible was that I'd done it to the thought of…them.
A shudder ran down my spine, as I recoiled from disgust. The professor's voice echoed through my ears as he spoke about werewolf history. I was brought back out of my mind and back into the lecture hall. The pen I'd been flicking had fallen to the ground in the process of note-taking, and I hadn't even noticed. I bent forward to pick it up from the ground. When my head came back to the surface, all the blood in my body ran cold as I froze.
The professor wasn't the only one standing at the podium. The shadowy creature from the top of the hill stood beside him. I rubbed my eyes, thinking I could've been seeing things, but I wasn't.
