Fate, a mysterious thing.
One could never really know what lay ahead for them, but there were a few exceptions.
"Was being a werewolf why you bailed on me?"
A look of guilt crossed Briar's face.
"I suppose... it had a huge part to play in that."
Briar waved her hand dismissively, "Okay maybe it was why I bailed on you."
"I'm sorry," she looked at Madeline apologetically.
"I didn't want us to meet like this, but the moment I heard a Madeline Delcour was here I had to see it for myself," Briar scratched the back of her neck.
"I thought you were in trouble so I rushed to see you but it turned out it wasn't anything like that," Briar sounded relieved.
Perhaps it was time to allow Madeline to speak - what with her having spoken for the last few minutes, going on and on about how she felt incredibly guilty about all she'd done to her dear friend without any valid explanation up until now.
Madeline took a deep breath.
