CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
FAITH’S POV
I was barely dragging my entire body to class on Monday morning, barely noticing the ongoing chatter between Andrew, Leon and Peggy. According to Peggy, it was Ian that had dropped me off at home on Saturday night. He had neither called me nor met up with me at Diner yesterday as he had initially suggested. Maybe he was pretty mad about the kiss but surprisingly enough that was not bothering me as much as it should. Maybe it was because I had spent my entire day and more than half the night locked up in my room with more than six Google tabs open, trying to find whatever information I can on magic, werewolves and more importantly hybrid demon werewolves. Nothing concrete had come up regarding the latter but what I managed to gather about werewolves and demo
