CHAPTER SIXTY
FAITH’S POV
That bracelet.
I stared at it from where it was lying on top of my study table. After Ian dropped me off yesterday, I had requested Peggy to find it for me and luckily enough, she had. It was five on Saturday evening but I had not had a wink of sleep since yesterday. But how could I? They all thought I had not heard a single thing they said but I heard it all. The contempt in Mrs. Black’s voice was not one to forget so easily and I could not blame her for it. A part of me knew I could not sleep because I was afraid the moment I closed my eyes, something would happen again. The worst part was that I could not remember what it felt like when I turned or exactly happened during that time. Did I hurt someone maybe?
A hybrid demon-wolf.
That was what she called me
