Chapter 23

• “I still refuse to believe you are a werewolf.” Ariel told Toby as they sat on one of the sofas in the living room. She was well aware of the pair of eyes boring holes into her skin, although now for a different reason, but she could care less.
• “Why?” Toby asked; his voice drowned out as he took a gulp from the juice carton, and Ariel looked on, her face twitching in disgust.
• She made a mental note to herself never to drink from any open carton.