Chapter Ninety-Three. Something is wrong.
Hannah’s Point of View.
For the past three hours, I have had the most unsettling feeling. I am not sure what it is, or why I have it, but I am restless. I spoke to Del when he got into York station, but not for long. I needed to prepare for a series of meetings I have tomorrow and Tuesday. The request from Albert was to create a PowerPoint presentation of all the national heroes both famous, and those who flew under the radar, with a description of their actions. I am to mix up those who were human, and those who were werewolf. A brief, history lesson, I suppose. I get that this will be valuable, but honestly. I hate PowerPoints’. I don’t like creating them, and I don’t like listening to meetings ran with them. For me, it is a slow torturous de
