A WEREWOLF IN OCTOBER - CHAPTER 6 (Line Editing left)

Light seeped into Jayla's new room, gently nudging her to wake up and face the day. Contrary to her usual routine this time she had no trouble getting out of bed, rested and eager to be up and at them. She'd almost forgotten what said day had on offer.

She had a few seconds of blissful ignorance, then Lisa knocked on her door.

"Meeting in the dining room in ten minutes. Ava's got something to share."

That should have stressed her out. Really, it should have. Instead she got caught up in how heartwarming is was to be 'one of the gang' so quickly. The threat of people with magical tattoos faded with the daylight, bogeymen her brain refused to accept as real. Being here was real, being called down to a meeting was real, waking up with a friend and said friend's mattress on her floor was real. Even with the deadly circumstances and the random way they'd all met Jayla couldn't stop being delighted by her current predicament. They were all in this together, cliche as that was. No specific concern for her, no awkward silences, no 'special treatment'. Them against the world, if you wanted to be dramatic about it.

"You don't know how to make real friends," Brandon had told her, first as a supposed joke and then with venom when they'd broken up. She'd show him. Him, and Carla, and Nia and all the other concern trolls. As soon as things were safe she'd start spamming social media with pictures of her new friends. She'd upload videos of their game nights. If they were okay with that.( Continue reading )

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