#Chapter 392: Holding the Truth

Nina I was still sitting in the truck, my forehead leaned on the steering wheel as the tears flowed down my cheeks in tiny rivers. I felt like a failure. I had tried to turn Jessica into a werewolf to save her life; I had put my own baby’s life on the line, and for what? She looked just as frail and lifeless as before. And now, here I was, sobbing on the side of the road. But eventually, the tears subsided, and I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand. It was time to pull myself together, to face the reality of the situation. If Lori needed me, I wanted to be home for her; at least I could still manage to be there for one friend, right? But then, as I lifted my head, I caught a glimpse of movement in the darkness. My heart leaped into my throat, and I froze, my breath catching. There, in the middle of the road a distance away, I saw the form of a wolf. Its yellow eyes glinted in the headlights of my truck, and a shiver ran down my spine. For a moment, I couldn’t