Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)
This morning I woke up in my own bed, with no recollection of what happened the night before. I knew I did not get drunk, because that is just something that cannot happen but for some reason, I could not recall what happened last night.
I rolled out of bed, surprised that I even slept in and picked up my phone from the nightstand to check for missed calls. There were none. Huh.
Oh right.
I am unemployed.
I forgot. Dang.
Realizing I was still in the clothes I wore last night; I grabbed a clean towel and entered the bathroom to shower. When I looked in the mirror I gasped in horror. I was covered in blood.
What the hell happened?
I ripped my top off and sniffed it. By now I think I could differentiate between werewolf blood and human blood. When I sniff
