#Chapter 92: The Suspicious Counselor
Nina
I stood there, in the middle of the quad as I clutched the paper bag full of bagels in my hand, staring at Justin’s horrifying, plastic smile.
“Edward helped me,” he said. “He’s a really good counselor. Before, I felt so vicious and feral because of those drugs, but now I feel better than ever.”
“O-Oh,” I muttered, blinking slowly as my mind raced with a million different thoughts of what might’ve truly happened to Justin if Edward was the one who was deliberately turning people into werewolves. Beyond that, the blank and empty look in Justin’s eyes, although his lips were pulled taut into a smile, horrified me to no end. “T-That’s nice.”
“Mhm.” Justin’s smile faded and he turned around again. “C’mon. You were going to the hockey rink, right?”
I swallowed. “Yeah,” I said, feeling a lump form in my throat as I began to follow Justin again.
When we arrived at the hockey rink, I felt the lump in my throat grow larger. Justin swung open the heavy me

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