"Then what?" I asked.
"I used a drop of my blood," he says slowly, "and tried to convert you into a werewolf."
Doom impends upon me, anger rippling through the thick atmosphere.
"WHAT?!" I nearly shriek, "I don't want to be a werewolf!"
It is strange to think this, especially at my young age, but I want children. Becoming a werewolf would make me unable to have one of my own.
"Why?" James asks, "There's not much difference." He shrugs, laying belly up in the dirt, staring at the spotted skies.
Wes seems to guess at my concern, his eyes widening slightly, then shoots me a wink.
"I'll keep your secret safe," he mouths, grinning like crazy.
He seems to find it amusing that a cold person like me would want kids.
"Anyway," Caleb continues, "you slept for almost 20 hours. It's almost nightfall."
I stare at the hints of pink and orange shooting across the sky, the sun beginning to drop towards the earth.
