Chapter 23
Ema's
I sat on the hard bathroom floor with my back pressed against the cold tiles. The chill of the wall seeped through the blanket I had wrapped around me, but I didn't move. I pulled my knees tightly to my chest and tucked my chin down. The blanket was thick, and I held onto it like it was a piece of armor, but it didn't make me feel any safer. It couldn't protect me from the things I had just seen.
Derek was a werewolf.
The thought wouldn't stay still in my mind. It felt like a heavy weight that kept hitting me over and over again. It was sharp, and it felt completely unreal. In the world I grew up in, werewolves were not real. They were just stories that people told to scare children at night. They were monsters in movies, made of makeup and special effects. But I hadn't seen a movie. I had stood in that bedroom and watched the truth with my own eyes.
