Sleeping awfully all night, I get up early before sunrise. I make my way downstairs to the kitchen to make myself breakfast. Entering, I freeze momentarily, as Alice is there, cutting up fruit. Alice pauses and looks up to see me; she becomes angry and the knife in her hand shakes.
‘Good morning Alice,’ I say, politely. She growls in warning.
‘I'm just going to get myself something to eat then I'll be gone,’ I say.
‘Permanently I hope,’ she mutters.
‘Alice, I get you’re upset, but I never planned any of this. I didn't even know werewolves existed until recently. Maybe if we get to know each other we might come to tolerate each other. Maybe even be friends,’ I say. I yelp when her knife flies past my face and into the wall.
‘I will never be your friend, and you will never b
