She froze. When Sarah came to, Ansel was already gone. The Infirmary Hall had always been so empty, but Sarah seemed to have feared the booths with their curtains drawn. After all, didn't Ansel's words mean that these werewolves were not above the notion of eating her?
Bringing more witches to them was a treat? Sarah swallowed down the lump in her throat. She looked down at the book lent to her and remembered the docile face of that Omega wolf. For some reason, she was calming down. Sarah only closed her eyes and paced her breathing.
Right, that Ansel was a madman. Perhaps, he was the only one who wanted to eat her for real.
…
Days after…
