#Chapter 118: A Choice to Make

Moana The morning after I finally revealed the truth about my lineage to Edrick, I thought that everything would finally be okay. I thought that maybe, we could finally be together without any issues now that he knew that I was a werewolf; or, at the very least, I thought that his family would hate me a little less. But as it turned out, things rarely ever happened so easily. I had spent the past two nights sleeping in Edrick’s room again. It seemed that our sleeping arrangement went back to the way it was before — only now, there were fewer barriers between us. When I woke up, the curtains were open to allow sunshine to come in. Edrick was already gone for work, so I laid in bed for a few minutes and looked at my phone while I woke up. However, my eyes shot wide open when I saw the headline of an article with a picture of Edrick and I going into the hospital from the day that I was attacked by the rogues. Neither of us were wearing masks. As I read the headline