CHAPTER SIXTY ONE
“Bubs, really? Sounds so cheesy,” Peggy commented as we ran around the gym for the last lap. Of late my perspective of gym was changing and I knew it had to do with the fact that I was feeling so much energy bursting through me, making it easier for me to enjoy the class. Perks of being a werewolf apparently.
“Hey, its cute,” I argued as finished our last round, sitting down to watch the rest of the class do their rounds.
Someone must have pissed on Mrs. Hudson’s cereals this morning. She made everyone do twice the usual number of rounds and since she clearly had some sort of disliking saved just for me, she was now standing at the corner of the gym, arms crossed as she glared at me. Just what did I do to make her dislike me? Was this still about the whole deten
