Chapter 17: Fullmoon

• "Prepare for what?" She mumbled through her lips, still clutching her hands to her chest.
• Jason was a little...well alot shorter than every other werewolf around. He was even an inch shorter than Sarah and she was barely 5'4. The wind sent strands of his low, frazzled black hair in all directions and his black eyes were small and naturally slitted. Despite how mischievous his appearance looked, he still gave off an amicable vibe. He was probably even the only one at the party who wasn't practically cursing her six feet under with their eyes.
• It's no wonder why she didn't feel uncomfortable in his presence.