AMBER.
I sat staring at the words on the paper silently. finally, they started to sink in. WAIT!! I turned to Becky. "WEREWOLVES EXIST," I said, my voice raised and slightly high-pitched. "Don't answer that," i said before she could reply.I didn’t know what to think. According to this letter, not only are werewolves real, but so are many other things. The type of monsters that I had grown up believing were just in storybooks and nightmares. What's more, i would also have to accept that I'm one of these monsters, too. How could any of that be real? Yet it had to be. Mary had no reason to be lying about any of it. s**t!!! I’M A f*****g WEREWOLF. How am i supposed to feel about any of this. I’m sad that she thought even for a moment that I could hate her. There is nothing that could ever mak
