"Tell me something," Mrs Marva says, tapping her lips with her finger thoughtfully, her eyes squinted at Bella. "Haven't you ever noticed anything unusual about yourself? Like your body heating up when you get upset?"
Bella's eyes widen for a second, then she nods her head.
"Only once. About a day ago. My palms."
The old lady glances sharply at her.
"It happened only when you got here and no other time in the past? That's strange."
Bella fidgets with her fingers, getting anxious. It seems unreal she is having such conversations, as though it isn't enough that she can sprout fur at will.
She got used to the fact that she was a werewolf, and felt relieved when she discovered she wasn't the only werewolf alive, but there seems to be more.
If she is to interpret Mrs Marva's words, the
