Chapter 23: Silent Fears

Noah’s

I sat on the bathroom floor, my back pressed against the door, my knees pulled tightly to my chest. My heart was still racing, my breath shaky and uneven. Werewolves were real. Enzo was one—a giant wolf with red eyes, talking to me in my head. It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense. I wanted to scream, to run, to somehow wake up from this nightmare. But I was stuck here, in this massive house, with him. Why me? Why did I have to suffer like ...