Seth leaves me to my own devices for a few hours—not that I use any of those hours effectively. All I do is lay on the spare bed, tossing and turning, trying to wrap my head around the possibility that my dad was a werewolf hunter and my mom was an accomplice turning a blind eye to it all. Given that Jeremy is a werewolf it's weird how my mom never thought to tell me. I understand she probably thought she was protecting me but I wonder if she ever, even for a second, considered that maybe she wasn't.
There's a knock at the door and when Seth is greeted by no protest he allows himself into the room, a bowl of food in hand. It's a rice dish with garden vegetables and grilled chicken. It tastes amazing. Seth and I watch television together as I eat. It's some reality TV show where everyone
