I had once placed Monica somewhere between insane and super confident.
She was insane.
And now more than ever, I had to be inconspicuous — It was crucial for me to gather information while I was here between them.
But this body was getting in the way again.
The eyes on this thing went frantic with the zooming in and zooming out feature, something that I didn't order them to do or not to do.
The werewolf she called Ben sighed.
"Be reasonable," he begged. "Are we going with plan B now?" he sounded worried.
I was worried too.
Monica crouched next to me; her accusation was ridiculous. I knew that too well, still, this body was throwing a confusion tantrum.
"Hey, I'm going to dilute the shampoo I poured over you with water now,"
