Nefretiri
Aurora's friend was named Fiona. I didn't get her name because she offered it or we talked. I read it off the bracelet she wore on her broken wrist. If I hadn't gotten in the way, I think Aurora would've broken the entire arm. We don't speak, none of us. What would we say to each other? Hi, how are you? I overheard you saying you're planning to kill me.
There are pieces of glass stuck in Fiona's back, and I know werewolves heal quickly, but I doubt she'll want to feel all the pain. Maybe I shouldn't be doing it, but I take her other arm and lead her out of the kitchen. No one stops us, but I hear the sounds of a broom from behind me. It was sad that this woman couldn't count on her friends to ensure she was alright. I knew from experience Taylor fretted over me whenever I got hurt, and I did the same. I guess quality over quantity does matter.
