Isola, Italy,
Elisa
I lay on Natalia’s bed pondering everything Fabrizio had told me.
Massimo’s behaviour towards me had been, in a way, justified when he realised we hadn’t used any protection that night. He didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past. On the other hand, why didn’t the asshole use a fuc.king condom since he’d had that bad experience before?
And now, I was lying on my friend’s bed, pregnant with his baby, not knowing how to handle things. Having an abortion was my best option, but something held me back.
I had to talk to Massimo first.
What Fabrizio told me scared me if I was being honest with myself.
I realised that carrying a werewolf baby was difficult for a human like me. There was danger in this kind of pregnancy.
What was I thinking? As if I had already
