Sam
Two weeks ago, I left the hospital and went to the mainland of Elliot Lake. As far as I know, Anthony has no idea where I am.
My wounds have mostly scabbed over; I can walk on my ankle again. I have been heading out three times a day to eat, I am scared to death when I leave this room, I do not know who is human and who is a werewolf, I am so scared to be attacked again.
I am sitting in a small coffee shop just down the street from my hotel. I keep my back to the wall, and I am afraid they will sneak up on me.
"Can I get you another coffee?" I hear a man's voice
I look up into a set of deep brown eyes,
"No, thank you," I say
"Wow, try to be nice to a pretty lady, and she shoots me down," he says
"I am sorry, I just do not want to be around your kind," I say
"My kind?" he asks
