It takes some talking, convincing. I slide past details leading anywhere near werewolves, sticking to more human-based facts. She listens intently as I explain what I can to the best of my ability. At first, she balks immediately when I mention that I’d be leaving to help before school’s over, perhaps even missing graduation. We argument about me finishing classwork and ensuring my safety, not wanting me off in who knows where with a boy and his family. Neither of us budge on our points. Then, after a while, she sighs. “You’re serious about this?” I stare into her eyes, feeling every bit of passion I have in my body channeling through my veins. “The mossst serious I’ve been in my life.” She examines my resolve, looking for any chip or crack in it. Then, she hums, her shoulders sagging. “…F
