"Stop staring at me. I’m fine," I tell Jen, reading an email on my phone as I eat breakfast.
"Sociopaths are also fine," Celine points out, having joined us this morning.
I glance up at her with a scowl before dropping my gaze back to the screen.
"It’s tomorrow, and I still feel entirely normal."
We have had the same conversation for the last six mornings. I do feel fine. No mood swings, no sudden hunger, no desperate urge to spend hours in wolf form terrorising the local rabbit population.
"Do you think it’s because you’ve had her for so long?" Jen asks, absently pulling her long teal hair into a side plait.
"Maybe," I say. "Anyway, I’d better finish up and get to geography before someone starts checking my pupils."
I grab my bag as I stand, slinging it over one shoulder before tak
