*Ethan POV*
I walk straight up the stairs. Deposit my pants at the door, and walk to the shower getting the she wolf scent off me. It takes a while for me to feel clean, damn Jason, why do I let me guide me towards bad things?
I can't blame him entirely but I don't feel good about my actions like I usually do. It all feels wrong and almost.... almost disgusting.
I get dressed Into some black jeans and white shirt. I leave my hair to do whatever it wants, just a quick comb with my fingers and jump in the car. Werewolf metabolism makes it impossible to stay drunk for any period of time. So it has barely been an hour and I am stone cold sober. Alcoholism for our kind is a wasteful, expensive habit.
I start the car and drive towards the school. My finger rapping impatiently on the steer
