Alessandra’s POV
Laurie’s fingers threaded through her dirty blonde hair and gripped tightly through my entire confession. Her eyes never moved from the devoted spot of the coffee table she focused on as I described every detail I could while sparing her the details that would leave her with the same mental damage I would forever endure. All the while, her body seemed to still as I was desperate to get her to understand. But this wasn’t Mystic Falls or Forks, Washington. This was a small town outside of Albuquerque, New Mexico where the most interesting of events came in the form of dimestore crooks. I would have believed the same thing had I not saved a werewolf in the woods thirteen years ago, and he had saved me every day since.
“Say something?” I finally broke this secondary silence
