CHAPTER EIGHTY
“Here we go,” I blew out a breath, pushing the front door open.
Much to my astonishment, everyone was already sitting in the living room, including Peggy who was rarely home on time.
“Thank God you are all here. I really need to-“
“How about you let me do the talking?” Grandma cut in, her voice in its highest peak of authority. That was when I actually felt the tension in the air and when Peggy mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ while I sat down, I had the distant feeling that she told them. How could she do that? This was my story to tell, not hers.
“O-okay,” I stuttered.
“How could you not tell us you are werewolf Faith?” she proceeded, her arms crossed.
I cast a glance at Peggy who just shrugged helplessly, an apologetic expression on her face. Wait, a werewolf? She told them I w
