9 | I am Not a Mad Dog

We spent the rest of the week feeling uncertain. Sol and I didn't talk to each other. Sol was getting closer to Gwen and making the living barbie grow a big head. And my fan population among the boys at school also grew after I became colder and nastier to them.

Dad agreed not to move out of Malibu in a hurry. Since Alabama and Los Angeles were quite far away, he thought it was still safe for us to stay here.

However, the feeling of dread didn't go away. Moreover, the elders in the clan had contacted my parents and asked them to look after me.

Sergey was still missing. Our werewolf radar couldn't find him anywhere. Foolishly, there was a rumor circulating among the Moon Clan that I had received an inheritance from Sergey in the form of a potential offspring.

"Asshole." I cursed softly at the memory of that cheap rumor.

"How could they think I was carrying Sergey's child. Oh, my God. Not in the human world, not in the wolf world, those sly gossipers still exist."

I exhaled loudly. Next