Maisie
My legs dangled from the kitchen island as I licked the last bit of cream from my fingertips.
The rest of the examination had passed without much incident. Memah kept preening over me, asking the Lycans question after question about my 'newly-found' abilities, and even I knew from the bright, excited sheen in her eyes that I was something unusual.
Something she had never seen before.
They had refrained from answering any of her questions, but she still jotted down in her little book, held out a torch in front of my eyes, checked my pulse, my teeth and my nails until I'd snarled at her and left the sitting room.
I found right here. In the kitchen. Pacing. Trembling.
I was angry. Though, I didn't remember why I was angry. It was right there, if I could just reach for it. But everytime I reached for my rational self, she slipped from my fingers, and I felt too drained to chase after her.
