317 MASS RELEASE (9)

Inside the carriage, Alicia used a hand to cover her mouth as she sobbed. She had woken up a while ago and had kept her eyes closed as she tried to process her thoughts, but she did not know what to say or what to think. She couldn't get past the fact that Harold was a werewolf. 

A werewolf? Never in her wildest imaginations would she have thought of that, even though Harold had all the makings of one.

All the signs had been there, and maybe she should have guessed it, especially with the whole weird-looking night guards, the full moon, and hunting stuff. Their exceptional hearing ability. Everything was there! 

But she didn't try to think about it because she didn't think it was possible.

How would she have ever thought that werewolves truly existed and weren't just mythical creatures?