"No. No, no, no, no," Jodie's mouth felt as if someone had filled it with cotton. "I-I'm not. I don't know what happened here, I swear. I'm a werewolf; I've changed. I had my first heat, and then I changed. I'm a werewolf."
Ms. Van stared in horror. "I saw the pot... The plates and a teacup float in the air. You did that, didn't you? I saw you stare at the knife too, and then it moved on its own accord."
"No, no, no," Jodie shook with fear. It wasn't just about Ms. Van running off to tell people what she'd just witnessed. It was more about what was going on with her. Jodie didn't understand any of it, and she was scared sh*tless, confused, and worried. "I don't know what happened. I don't."
"It's okay," Ms. Van approached her with caution. "It's okay. You should speak with Viola."
"Viola?"
"Yes," Ms. Van nodded.
"Why?" Jodie asked wearily. "I'm not like her, I swear it."
